The next date was with none other than Zeva and Yara, and their meeting place was surprisingly normal.
Just directly in front of the colosseum.
It didn't take long for Aestrea to find them, as they were easily noticeable even within a crowd of a thousand people.
Zeva and Yara stood maybe ten feet apart, their arms crossed as their eyes were locked in that familiar, sharp glare that could cut glass.
Neither had moved an inch since they arrived.
"Mhm..."
Taking the opportunity, Aestrea took a deeper look at their appearance.
Zeva stood on the left, tall and proud, weight shifted to one hip, so her long, strong legs looked even longer.
Her black-greenish hair hung in a loose, messy tie that let thick strands spill free around her shoulders and down her back like dark river water.
A few locks brushed the tops of her breasts.
She wore a cropped top that seemed to be pretty tight, sleeveless, dark emerald fabric that looked almost liquid against her skin.
