He patted her head, and Sybil instantly pushed away, cheeks heating up as if she'd just been caught doing something indecent.
"The restaurant is… down there," she muttered, pointing toward a tall, elegant building lit with lanterns and banners.
Then she extended her hand to him with a shy but excited smile. "Shall we?"
"We shall." Azel took her hand, his wings folding away as they descended gently toward the city's restaurant.
…
They landed in front of the restaurant… an extravagant three-story building made of polished crystalwood with its windows glowing amber.
Sybil looked perfect for the setting, wearing her luxurious gown that hugged her figure in that effortless noble way.
Azel, however, was in a track-suit with the Astra insignia burned into the chest.
He looked like he had just finished morning training which wasn't exactly wrong since he had just wiped the ground with Sylus but He wasn't sure he matched the vibe.
