Amelia: "Alright. Thank you."

He opened the door for her. Before she got in, she turned to him.

Amelia: "Will I see you again?"

Xander: "I have a feeling our paths will cross."

Amelia: "I look forward to it."

He nodded, a subtle smile on his lips.

Xander: "Goodnight, Amelia."

Amelia: "Goodnight, Xander."

She settled into the car, and as they pulled away, she watched him grow smaller in the distance.

Inside the car, she traced her fingers over the pen.

Amelia (to herself): "What a night."

Her mind buzzed with thoughts of Xander—their conversations, the magnetic pull she felt toward him. There was a story there, one she was determined to uncover.

Meanwhile, Xander remained at the entrance, watching until the car disappeared from sight. Marcus, his loyal confidant, approached.

Marcus: "You seem taken with her."

Xander: "She's... different."

Marcus: "You know the implications."

Xander: "I'm well aware."

Marcus: "The council won't approve."

Xander: "The council doesn't dictate my personal affairs."

Marcus sighed.

Marcus: "Just be cautious. We can't afford unnecessary risks."

Xander: "I understand. But something tells me she was meant to enter my life."

Marcus studied him for a moment.

Marcus: "Then perhaps it's fate."

Xander: "Perhaps."

They stood in silence before Marcus spoke again.

Marcus: "The patrols have reported increased activity near the eastern border."

Xander: "Double the watch. I don't want any surprises."

Marcus: "Consider it done."

Xander looked up at the moon, its glow casting a silver sheen over the landscape.