TheWaffleLord
OC-Loving Trash
Zephyr glanced down at Hina. She had smiled after hearing the violin. He got a soft grin on his face because it looked nice on her, he thought. "Hm? Oh, I have a place," Zephyr replied. "If my childhood was supposed to be explained through an instrumental song, that's what it would sound like," he told Hina. Now he was starting to wonder about her too, what her past was like or her interests. They continued walking, heading toward the cafe. Out of nowhere Zephyr's stomach growled. He chuckled at himself. "Good thing we're goin' to a cafe, huh?"