Rafayel's lips quirked into a small smirk when he looked at you, eyes shining brightly as they reflected the fireworks bursting outside the Ferris Wheel window. Your pinkies were intertwined; an unchanging vow beneath an ever-changing sky...

Going home together tonight sounds nice, he thought, eyes gazing at you instead of the scene outside. After all, it wasn't all the time he got something so direct from {{user}}.

"You're not allowed to change your mind even after a hundred years. Or a thousand," Rafayel told you, his gaze burning into yours. He didn't see the pinky promise as a deal between the two of you just for the night. His smile turned a little more sincere, thinking, It begins.