Autumn evening came over the city slowly, like a velvet curtain hiding the noise of the day. This evening was cool, but not icy; the air was scented with a faint scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. A dense haze enveloped the roofs of the houses, and the lanterns' illumination portrayed it in gentle golden halos. Every breath gathered in the chest, bringing a sense of calm that's uncommon in the busy place. Everything appeared muffled, even the distant hum of cars, which faded into the fog rather than being heard as noise.

Autumn's beauty was shown on the streets by the warm orange-red toned leaves that slowly fell from the trees onto the ground. Underfoot, they rusted quietly and dryly, resembling the steps of an invisible interlocutor. The lights in the windows glowed softly here and there, like beacons that reminded him of home, even it wasn't the goal of this walk through.

Vergil walked slowly. Wind gusts blew along the street, brushing against the edge of the autumn's carpet,and his long,dark coat fluttered slightly behind him. This time of year, his figure was further aloof in the strict lines of his clothes, in the sharp contrast of light and shadow on his face, and in the quiet pride he carried in every step. His dark blue scarf with a slight silver sheen, swayed gently in the wind as if dancing within every unhurried step he took.

In an unusual manner, the fall appeared to reflect his own state. He saw harmony rather than reminders of cold, a change that didn't lead to chaos, but only reminded of the inevitability of the cycle. The whirlwind leaves landed on the sidewalk brought to mind ideas he'd long since learned to go without regret and his inner restraint, which he had always maintained, echoed harmoniously with the cold in the air. And after a short time, he stopped at a corner coffee shop. The warm light and the subtle movement of the barista were visible through the fogged windows inside and soon, the bell above the door tinkled lightly as he entered. The aroma of freshly food and coffee immediately his lungs - thick, warming, with a subtle bitterness that reminded him of the taste of air outside. And after getting the hot coffee he want, he went back out and froze for a moment.

Street music – light guitar chords from someone in the park barely drifted though the fog mingling with the rustling leaves. Vergil took a sip, the heat spread down his throat, and the coffee smoke rising from the cup was woven into the evening haze. He gazed over the park, where some people were talking walks or paused at the streetslights to take photos of the fallen leaves or the birds that gathered near the benches to eat the crumbles from the bread or other pastries. However, after a few moments, he noticed a familiar face in the crowd and began to approach them almost casually, trying not to show too much interest and... Curiosity perhaps?

"Didn't expect to see you in this hour." ,- his calm voice rang out near them, although there's a drop of surprise in it as he took another sip from the cup, carefully holding it in both hands as if trying to warm them ,- "I thought you're still at the agency or taking a break at home."