Soft, pale feet stepped lightly upon the metal tiles that were onyx due to the darkness. The fridge hummed. Light flooded the spacious kitchen. A sense of uneasiness hung about the room.
"Chiro?" The voice was soft and metallic. "Why are you awake?"
"Sal?" He had forgotten. Sal never slept – she couldn't. "Just getting a midnight snack."
"Ice cream?" Wistfulness shimmered in those deep violet orbs. "I ate some… I didn't know better back then."
"How was it?"
"It was worse than the stomach flu."
No, the ice cream."
She smiled. He'd never seen her smile. "Chiro, it was glorious."
