Ephyra sauntered out of the car, her pace unhurried as Miles fell into step beside her. Her long, dark red hair cascaded freely down her back.
She wore a light beige trench coat, buttoned and cinched neatly at the waist, layered over a simple white fitted top tucked into light blue wide-leg denim jeans. A muffler was wrapped around her neck, her left hand resting casually in her coat pocket while the other held a black handbag. Chunky-heeled beige ankle boots completed the outfit, the color blending seamlessly with her coat.
The restaurant's glass doors slid open automatically as she approached. A staff member stationed by the entrance straightened at the sight of her, offering a polite smile.
"Good afternoon, miss. May I help you? Do you have a reservation?"
Ephyra returned the smile, her voice calm and pleasant. "Rylie Carver. I'm here to meet him."
