Bab 161: Kiss under the Rain

Noah held the heavy oak door open for Lilith, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Welcome to the Ivy," he announced with a flourish, gesturing towards the inviting interior.

Lilith, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected elegance, stepped inside. The hushed murmurs and melodic jazz were a stark contrast to the bustling streets they'd just left. Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the luxurious details – the emerald velvet booths, the ornately framed photographs whispering forgotten stories, the flickering fireplace casting a warm glow on the polished wood floor.

A soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips. It wasn't entirely out of character for her to appreciate a well-crafted atmosphere, despite her usual stoicism. Here, amidst the air thick with the aroma of expensive cigars and exotic spices, she felt a strange sense of belonging.

"This place is... different," she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.