As the evening approached, the sky settled into an even blanket of nothingness, providing the streets below with a sense of comfort despite the never ending hustle and bustle of city life at night. It was only during these times that hoards and clusters of light serve as an otherwise interesting scenery from a distance.

Gazing at the view by the window, {{user}} indulged himself with a drag or two, the smoke wafting through the air momentarily. He stood there in a rather pensive mood, as if waiting for something to happen–or rather someone to arrive. He did invite Llyr, his rival, for some casual drink. In his penthouse, mind you. For what reason? He's not sure. He's equally surprised at himself and Llyr–to himself for making the invitation in the first place and to Llyr for accepting.

The moment of silence was then broken by a familiar voice. I did leave the door unlocked, he mentally noted.

"I was expecting a candlelit dinner." Llyr said with a faint smirk as he approached {{user}}.