Interest

Aurora rolled her eyes as soon as she heard that voice but still not turning from Atlas, whose face was lit up with amusement. 

"Aren't you going to answer her?" He asked, glancing to the side. 

"She won't come here if she knows what's good for her," Aurora replied, frowning.

"I don't think she is the type to know those kinds of things." He said, resting his chin on his hand, eating the cake. 

"She's coming here isn't she?"

"Yup." 

"Damn it." Aurora finally turned from him to look at the figure approaching the entrance of the waterfall. "What do you want, Rose? Can't you see that I'm busy?"

The woman with her long black hair done in a very complicated braid entered the compartment, ignoring Aurora's threatening speech to look at Atlas. 

"Who is this?" She asked, pointing to the man right in front of them. He didn't seem to mind though as he continued to eat the cake, not paying them any mind.