If Elion had been just a bit more observant, he might have noticed a pair of striking white eyes watching him intently from across the shop, their gaze sharp and unwavering, lingering on him for far longer than what would be considered normal, carrying with it a faint, unmistakable hostility.
Seated at that table were two women who, despite their casual setting, drew attention without even trying.
The mother sat with a natural, effortless poise, her slender figure wrapped in fitted clothing that traced the curves of her body without being excessive, her posture relaxed yet refined, the kind of presence that came from confidence rather than display/
And her vibrant purple hair fell smoothly over her shoulders, framing a face that was both sharp and alluring, and her pale white eyes only added to the unusual charm she carried, giving her an almost otherworldly beauty that was hard to ignore.
