Deep, almost all-consuming eyes gazed right into the person's soul, leaving them fazed in a way they could not describe. His pale hands, which were casually tucked in the pockets of his shorts, moved to graze the blue scarf which had always been wrapped around his neck. A faint smile slowly appeared and a soft word, which did not even disturb the silence around them, left his lips:

"What a wonderful day it is, isn't it?"

Demian spoke, looking into the other's eyes.