Eden looked strained. In irritation, she told him, "No. I don't need it. Besides, how can I trust your word?" With that last statement, the girl turned on her heel and strolled out of the shop. She blinked in the unseasonable sunlight, looking around. It was busy, but then, it was the weekend.
The Dark folded her arms; despite the sun, it was still rather cold outside. She began allowing herself to go with the flow of the crowd.