The night sky hung above them, while the warm glow of street lamps bathed the empty road in soft light. Even in the midst of the apocalypse, the lamps still burned brightly, casting a strange calm over the silent street.
Julian walked side by side with Sefi, a girl who had suddenly asked to speak with him in private. She kept her gaze low, and though she said nothing at first, her slight stiffness betrayed her nerves.
Julian glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, his thoughts quietly stirring. Why did Sefi suddenly want to talk to him? They had only exchanged words a handful of times. Could it be, as his girls often said, that he truly was this oblivious?
Finally, Sefi seemed to gather her courage. Her fingers clutched the fabric of her shirt as she murmured, "Thank you… for saving me."
