[The next day.]
'What a weird place for a date.'
Akamir thought, fixing his clothes as he walked on a mildly crowded street.
'..I was expecting something fancy from her.'
The small town near the capital had a quiet charm to it, just busy enough not to feel abandoned, just quiet enough to be comforting.
Cobblestone paths curved between houses, and the distant sound of the river hummed in the place.
Akamir walked to the spot where they were supposed to meet.
Nayomi floated close by as she looked at him.
Akamir noticed her gaze. "Something wrong?"
"I am still wondering…," she whispered softly. "Are you going to help Inara or not?"
Akamir didn't respond for a while.
"I don't know," he finally said. "I don't see a reason to do so."
"People do a lot of stupid things when they are in love."
Akamir gave her a look. "I am not in love."
"Yet."
He chuckled softly. "It's not that easy to make me fall in love."
Akamir was only in his early twenties when he died in his old world.
