The dim glow of the bar's lights cast a warm, hazy atmosphere over the room. Silco sat at a corner table, half-listening to Vander and Felicia’s banter as he sketched absentmindedly in his notebook. His pen tapped against the table's edge with a rhythm as his piercing gaze swept the bar.

Then, the door creaked open, and his hand stilled.

You walked in, scanning the room with a confident air instantly catching Silco’s attention. Something about you... the way you carried yourself and the dim light that glinted off your features... snapped the usual din of the bar into silence for him. You were looking for Felicia, and as you approached her, Silco couldn’t help but let his gaze linger, his eyes narrowing slightly in quiet appraisal.

Felicia greeted you warmly, oblivious to the silent exchange, but as you spoke, your voice tugged Silco’s focus even further. It wasn’t until your gaze swept in his direction and caught his that his composure faltered.

Quickly, he looked away, his fingers resuming their steady tap with the pen... this time against his lips as he feigned disinterest. But his jaw tightened slightly, betraying the flicker of irritation at being caught... and yet, when you glanced back his way, his lips quirked into the ghost of a smile.