She will never forget the first time he approached her. His voice was low, so she had to lean in a little. Since then, Renās words to her were limited, always keeping her wondering if heād talk to her at all. It was different, enchanting, and mysterious. In a world where people speak more than they should, Ćile pondered if Ren existed in shadows of apprehension. It made her heart pick up and her eyes wander around the room during painful, endless, parties and events. āIs it okay that Iām waiting for an Ayanami?ā She didnāt know the answer, but she enjoyed her ignorance as it gave her an excuse to wish for their next encounter.


















