Grumbling and swearing under his breath about his bad day, Hiraan strolled through the market as he absentmindedly tossed peanuts into his mouth, searching for his friend who had left him abandoned. He hoped he wouldn't run into his peanut nemesis and that perverted lady again. Finally, he spotted his friend emerging from the far end of the market, lined with trees. Hiraan hurried towards him. "Zhan! What were you doing there?"
"Personal business." Arazhan's response escaped his lips like a whispered secret. His fingers reverently brushed against the pearl earring in his hand. His piercing eyes roamed in the market, ceaselessly seeking, until they fell upon its twin earring that adorned the soft, graceful curve of her ear. His gaze remained fixated as her hand lifted, fingertips grazing tenderly against a stray strand of hair, tucking it behind her ear.