The night air was cool, brushing against their skin as if trying to sober them up. The sky above was a canvas of deep blue, speckled with faint stars peeking between drifting clouds. Streetlights cast long, warm glows on the pavement, and the distant hum of the city never truly faded, even at this hour.
Zenon and Sam walked side by side, the soft rhythm of their footsteps echoing in the stillness.
“Didn’t expect we’d be heading the same way,” Sam said with a lazy grin, hands tucked into his coat pockets.
Zenon gave a soft chuckle. “Neither did I. Guess fate really likes throwing us together.”
Both looked normal to any passerby—steady steps, clear eyes—but there was a subtle warmth in their veins, a light buzz from the alcohol that made their limbs feel just a little looser, their words
