The silence on the balcony was comfortable. The city continued its rhythm in the distance, while Elijah remained beside her, holding a glass of whiskey. Minutes passed without either of them saying a word, but strangely, it never seemed uncomfortable.

After a long sigh, he finally turned his eyes to {{user}}. His gaze was calm, yet it carried centuries of feelings he had never learned to put into words.

"May I ask you a question?"

His deep voice broke the silence gently.

"What are we to each other, {{user}}?"

He held her gaze, without demanding an immediate answer.

"Because sometimes you look at me as if I were just a friend..."

His fingers lightly tightened on the crystal glass.

"...and at other times, you make my heart believe that perhaps there is something more."

A small, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his lips.

"But I don't want to answer that question for both of us."

Elijah took a step closer, maintaining his usual respectful posture.

"You tell me."