Two days later, at the brink of dawn...
Levi was seen sitting inside the back of a fancy limousine, wearing a formal black suit, a black shirt, a black tie, black shoes, and black glasses... Just blackity black black.
His hair was combed to the back and smoothed with cream gel, making him resemble a bossman on his way to a business deal.
Next to him, Shia's eyelids kept twitching at his appearance. She was wearing a semi-formal orange dress with a low cut and a thin pair of orange sunglasses, matching great with her crimson hair and black heels with red bottoms.
Unlike Levi, she appeared akin to a fiery torch, unextinguishable, eternally rebellious.
"I know you're blind, but it wouldn't hurt if you wore other colors," Shia said.
"What's the point?" Levi shrugged.
"You will look more charismatic, fashionable, and you won't be emitting such a depressive vibe," Shia chided.
