Seraphiel's cheeks stayed a soft pink as she stood there, her wings still fluttering lightly behind her in excitement.
I offered her my arm.
"Shall we?"
She hesitated for only a second before slipping her hand through it.
We started walking together through the golden streets of the desert city, the blood-red sun slowly dipping lower and painting everything in warmer tones.
For the first few minutes, neither of us spoke much. It was a comfortable silence, but still a little bit awkward.
Eventually, Seraphiel glanced up at me.
"…I've never been on a date before," she admitted quietly.
"Not a real one. So… I'm not sure what we're supposed to do."
I smiled faintly.
"Well... this wasn't planned. We can just walk and see what feels right."
She nodded, looking a bit more relaxed.
We passed a small street performer playing a soft melody on a crystal harp. A few people had gathered to listen.
Seraphiel slowed down, so I stopped with her.
