THE WAY HE LOOKED AT HER

"You are playing a dangerous game, Vanesha," Gael said, as soon as he appeared in this train station and stood right next to her.

It was hard to see his face, as he was wearing a white mask and a baseball cap. He was also wearing a black jacket that was too big for his frame and a pair of worn out jeans. At a glance, no one would be able to tell that he was a supernatural creature or a man in his forties. He looked so young, but the gloomy vibe that he gave off didn't change a bit since the last time Vanesha met him.

"I am not playing a game, Gael," Vanesha replied, she looked ahead and only spared him a single, brief glance. No one would be able to tell that they knew each other at this point.

They looked like they were just two strangers waiting for the train to arrive.

"You got too attached to him," Gael stated. "I can't tell whether you are faking it or you are genuine about it."