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.
