Finally, you’re starting to get it.

Vergil set his phone aside, leaving Ada's last message unanswered. Instead, he simply sat there, observing Raphaeline with a more attentive, more… present gaze. 

She continued savoring her ramen, lost in the simple pleasure of enjoying her meal. The steam rose gently from the bowl, and her eyes—usually sharp and naturally commanding—seemed a little softer now. It was almost as if she were reliving something… something distant. 

He didn't say anything. He just picked up his chopsticks and resumed eating, but without taking his eyes off her. 

The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable. In fact, it was a peaceful pause, something rare in the chaotic lives they led. 

Raphaeline, however, noticed before long. She chewed her noodles slowly and, without lifting her head, cast a sidelong glance at him. 

"You're staring at me too much." Her voice was light, almost playful, but tinged with curiosity.