The restaurant gleamed like a palace, with chandeliers spilling golden light over a sea of velvet chairs and pristine linen. Fine cutlery gleamed against polished wood tables, and soft music curled through the air like an invisible silk ribbon.
Quinn sat with one arm lazily draped across the back of Azra's chair, their seats tucked close together at one side of the long, extravagant table. Azra wore his spectacles tonight, their delicate frames catching the light every time he pushed them up the bridge of his nose, a quiet fidget that only Quinn seemed to notice.
Across from them, Lilith laughed softly at something Asami had said, her brown hair cascading over her shoulders in waves. Asami, all mischievous smirks and winking glances, leaned in conspiratorially with Emilia, whose eyes kept wandering — not so subtly — to Quinn.
