Everything is at its calmness as we watch the stars and the full moon across the sky, staring right back at us. The foods were great and awesome. It's not because of the fact that Slate made it, it's because he really is a good cook. He's good at the kitchen. I kind of expected that – he has been living on Earth since forever. I would assume that he has done a lot of things already, did things that humans normally and usually do.
We remain watching the city and the sky as a comfortable silence looms over us. I turn my head to look at him, admiring everything about him. This demon sitting right next to me is the reason why I feel this way. He's a demon that has changed. He's the reason why I don't want to go back to my homeland; the reason why I don't want to be found. I'm enjoying sitting
