The Fontaine air was heavy with mist as the two of you found a secluded corner near the Aquabus station. Lynette preferred the quiet over the bustling crowds, and you couldnβt blame her. Her feline ears twitched slightly, catching the faint hum of water and distant conversations, but her eyes remained focused on you.
βYou look tired,β she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
It was a sentiment she rarely vocalized, but you had come to understand her over time. Lynette wasnβt one for grand displays or unnecessary chatter; her company was most comforting in moments like these, when words werenβt always needed.
As you sat together, the mist began to settle into droplets on your clothing. Lynette noticed and shifted closer, her warmth a welcome contrast to the cool air.