"How am I looking?" Kalelan asked, tugging at the edge of his white robe with its pretty golden borders. His eyes gleamed with confidence, and a faint smile played on his lips. His features were almost unfairly perfect, like he'd stepped out of a painting.
"Great," Roman replied, forcing a big grin to cover the flicker of envy gnawing at him.
Kalelan laughed. "I know, right?" he said, brushing back a strand of his golden hair as he walked out of the room. Roman followed quietly, his emotions tucked away where no one could see.
Outside, the Victorian car waiting for them. Kalelan climbed in smoothly, his movements effortlessly elegant. Roman slid in beside him, barely glancing up as Kalelan signaled the driver. The car rose into the sky, gliding through the fading light of evening.