With a slow step, hidden in the darkness, Ramiel walked through the streets of Elif. He carried Liza on his back. She braided her petite arms around his neck and rested chin on the man's shoulder. She had a subtle and barely visible smile glued to face, and little sparks of happiness sparkled in her eyes.
She gave the impression of contentment as if something amazing had happened.
On the other hand, Ramiel didn't understand by what miracle Liza believed his corny love story. It had all happened too suddenly. He hadn't prepared a logical or believable story beforehand. He improvised and said whatever came to his tongue. His confession... was embarrassing. Thinking about it turned something in his stomach.
Maybe I should re-brand myself as an actor? Or I'm just underestimating women's attachment to emotions? - Ramiel smiled under a mask, praising his skills in mind.
