Although the streets still held onto the memory of the bright August sun, the streetlamps began to flicker on anyway. Now, with the added light, the two people quietly concealed by the shadows were visible to the night. Engaged in conversation with faces as expressionless as stone, she motioned for him to come upstairs. He shook his head, horrified at the invitation, but she smiled and corrected him. He blushed as he focused on the cobblestone street and nodded in acceptable. He followed her into the lavish apartment complex, and a few steps up the stairs, she turned. Her hair whirled around, suspended in the warm air for a moment, and she smiled. An honest, happy, smile.