The warm air of the hand dryer hummed softly as Xander stood behind Aurora, his fingers weaving through her damp hair, gently massaging her scalp. Aurora sat before the mirror, wrapped in a plush white towel, a serene smile lighting up her face.
"I like this," she murmured, her voice light with contentment.
Xander's lips curved into a soft smile. "I'm glad you do," he replied, his gaze meeting hers through the mirror. For a few moments, there was only silence between them, the kind that felt comforting and familiar.
As Aurora's hair began to dry, Xander's fingers ran across a spot on her scalp that felt different. His brow furrowed slightly as he focused on the area, parting her hair to get a closer look.
"What's wrong?" Aurora asked, sensing his hesitation.
"You have a scar here," he said, rubbing the spot gently with his thumb.
Aurora's eyes snapped open, confusion etching across her face. "A scar? Where?"