The soft flames burned, with chatter in the background.
Staring at Aisha's soft, pink lips, Nero found himself lost in deep thoughts.
A strange flame was ignited in his loins as memories of the luscious, softness graced his mind.
He shook head and returned to the present.
'We need to talk.' Is what Aisha had said to him.
However, what from he could tell, she didn't seem keen on talking at the moment. Instead she had her palms clasped as she sat just a few inches away, not even willing to look into his eyes.
Nero sighed mentally.
Then he turned his gaze back to the bowl in front of him. The murky brown liquid with a few floating objects in it swirled viscously in the amber light.
He decided to give her a much needed push,
"What did you want to talk about?"
Aisha froze.
Then she finally turned to face him.
Her beautiful eyes seemed to contain a myriad of emotions.
However, the most obvious one was concern.
And then anger.
