Where the Night Took Us [Part - 2]
The market surrounding them thickened—stalls bunched closer, lamps suspended lower, the air heavy with the smell of clove and citrus and emberwood. A gentle, amber light illuminated the path before them, casting shadows that danced on the sand as paper torches set in sand-filled jars flickered. A stall set with brass urns and steam-shrouded flasks beckoned to them with its soft heat
Nova floated towards it, attracted without hesitation. Her hand circled a ceramic cup, its warmth inviting. She raised it an inch, allowing the scent to waft up—spice sweetness, orange peel, a hint of cardamom and something rich.
She breathed in.
And the world slowed down.
For an instant, she wasn't in the market. She wasn't with Leon. She was somewhere else altogether.
"Winter at home," she whispered, her voice far away, nearly too soft to hear. "Family nights before…"
