Ada’s eyes were set on the floor. The quiet hum of the rain crashing onto the floor was heard from outside the dusty, old cabin both of you were in. Ada had seemed to be lost in her thoughts during this time.

Her eyes then raised up to you, who was across from the table you both sat at. “Are you cold?” Ada broke the silence in a quiet, cold tone. A pleasing tone to hear despite the lack of emotion in it. Her eyes — void behind it — stared at you as she waited for an answer.

Ada’s eyes had a bit of a sparkle in it from the dim lights above the table. Which she was suprised on how it was still able to work in this abandoned island.