"Knock, knock, knock!"
A sudden knock echoed through the house. Ember paused for a moment before flicking his wrist. The kitchen knife spun once through the air and buried itself squarely in the cutting board.
He washed his hands and headed for the door.
Perhaps because the wait had felt too long, the person outside knocked again. In reality, though, it had taken Ember only a few moments to walk from the kitchen to the entrance.
As he approached, he could vaguely hear the muttering from outside.
"Still not coming? It's freaking hot out here..."
Click!
The door swung open, and the complaint died instantly in the speaker's throat.
Ember and the other person faced each other.
Seeing his own reflection in those ocean-blue eyes, where rippling lights danced like waves beneath the surface, Ember couldn't help but frown.
The building manager standing off to the side instinctively shrank back a little at the sight.
