Wisteria chuckled softly at their enthusiasm, her eyes shimmering with quiet amusement.
"You two seem rather excited. Just his name and suddenly you're glowing like newly forged stars."
"Of course we are!" Amora said immediately, fanning herself dramatically. "That boy is an absolute sweetheart. Such a charming gentleman, I've never met anyone like him. You can't not smile when you talk to Kafka."
Ivanova nodded in agreement, her tone light but fond.
"Mmm, he's the kind of boy who makes you feel at ease just by being around him. There's something disarming about that smile of his—you know it's trouble, but you still can't help but fall for it."
Amora sighed dreamily.
"And the way he speaks! It's not just flattery, it's art. When he compliments you, it's like the world slows down and for a second, you actually believe you're the most beautiful being in existence."
Wisteria smirked. "Coming from the Goddess of Love, that's saying something."
