Beneath the night sky, lights shone from countless homes. Neon lit every building façade, forming a dazzling sea of color. Huge screens and billboards flashed advertisements and news without pause, drawing people's eyes. Countless people hurried through the night. Looking down from the upper floors, one could see streaks of light weaving through the streets, human figures interspersed with speeding machines in a panorama of bustling nightlife. In the distance stood the commercial district, crowded with high-rises. Countless skyscrapers illuminated the city, each building like a brilliant, vibrant screen lighting up the streets around it.
Why wasn't Mr. Jonas here yet?
Eiffel sat quietly by the window, her chin resting in her hand as she gazed outside. Moonlight fell across her face, making her look somewhat pale. Her hair lay tousled over her shoulders, lending her figure a fragile air. She sighed softly, as though she was pondering something as she waited.
She knew perfectly well that he was a punctual man. With less than ten minutes left until their agreed time, Mr. Jonas should normally have arrived at the office already. She would have had his coffee ready, and the two of them would have spent a somewhat weary evening together in unspoken harmony.
Mr. Jonas had yet to arrive, and this unusual situation made her worry that something might have happened to him.
According to the monitored data, his condition showed no fluctuations. This only made her heart feel heavier. The wait seemed to grow longer and longer, and her anxiety kept her from settling down.
She checked the time on her computer screen and found that only ten minutes remained until her appointment with the man she loved. Suddenly agitated, she began pacing around the office, searching for something to pass the time, but the minutes seemed