Caiden wondered what was it about her that beguiled him so and how could he become so smitten with her without knowing her all that well. It was unlike anything else he’d ever felt before. He’d subconsciously begun to reach enthralling depths of emotional discovery that he never had the chance to explore at any other point in his life.
Her apartment was beautiful. The color scheme was eerily similar to his place in Darkside. But the lighting was warmer, more welcoming. The pearlescent marble floors accented the white walls and ceilings. There were recessed lights in the ceiling, emitting soft purple and daylight halogen colors. Everything inside was neatly placed. Her furniture was simple and sleek, complimenting the rest of the decor with its light grey coloring.
In the open kitchen was a beautiful island with modern bar stools. Stainless steel appliances occupied the granite countertops. Ceiling height windows were on the opposite wall of the open space, giving way to a magnificent view of the city.
“So, you just gonna stand there Mr. Antisocial?” she said.
“I’m sorry. You have a nice place by the way,” Cadien replied.
“Aw, you’re sweet. The spoils and toils of hard work on the road, touring and performing, I suppose,” she said. “You want something to drink?”
“Are you gonna drug it again?” Caiden asked sarcastically.
“Ooh, quick on the trigger! Funny guy we have here,” She replied laughing. “I have Citrona, that okay?”
“Sure,” he replied.
She brought the drinks over and sat down on the couch with Caiden, tucking both her legs under her bottom. She positioned herself close to Caiden and sat and watched him for a moment. A wave of emotions and feelings flowed through him that were so powerful, he could feel them manifest in the pit of his stomach. It showed physically. He was noticeably uncomfortable, although he did his best hide it.
“What’s wrong, tough guy? You can’t be all that nervous about a pretty little girl like me, right?” she asked, her voice hypnotic.
“I was wondering if you were tryna burn a hole through the side of my head with your stare. Is that what you do to all your victims?” Caiden said in jest.
“No. Just you… You were getting pretty outside yourself at the club the other night. You really don’t get out that much, do you?” she asked, looking him up and down. “And why is that? Being friends with someone like Vantz, I’d figure you’d have no choice but to go out all the time.”
“Yeah, that’s Vantz for you. As for me, his scene isn’t really mine. I guess, I dunno, I just like being low key,” Caiden said.
“I noticed. You looked miserable at the White Room. I felt it was my duty as a tax paying citizen of Neon District to help you out,” she joked.
Caiden chuckled nervously in return. “Why did you really come to talk to me, though? Just out of curiosity,” he asked.
“It was simple. I thought to myself, how could a gorgeous man like you be so miserable when we are so alive? I dunno, you seemed preoccupied at the time, and to be honest, aside from being socially awkward, it was your eyes. They told me a story without words. I wanted to learn more of that story,” she replied.
Caiden noticed very early on that Yvora had a way with words. She had the gift of gab, the ability to seamlessly incorporate humor, sarcasm, and visionary prose into her everyday conversation. He was captivated.
“Well, wow, I guess I’m flattered? I don’t know what to say, Caiden said with more jittery laughter.
“How about you say, ‘Oh, Yvora, my beautiful queen, I’m so thankful to you for pulling me out from the darkness of my heart,” she said in an overdrawn theatrical manner.
“You’re a comedian,” Caiden said.
“No, but I what I really want you to say is that you’ll take me for a ride on that amazing hypercycle of yours through town. Sound like a deal?” she said.
“Okay, then.” he said while laughing. “I will take you on a ride on my amazing hypercycle through town. Is that good enough?”
“Ooh, you’ll take me for a ride? Sounds a little dirty, Caide,” she joked while nudging him with her elbow.
“You made me say it,” he replied. After a moment of shared laughter came a pause. The gaze they shared was intense. Yvora was the first to break eye contact.
“Wow! I’m sorry Caide. Just, wow,” she said while fanning her face with her hand.
“That’s how I feel,” Caiden replied.
Yvora smiled before downing the last of her drink. She got up to head toward her room to change her clothes.
“Be right back,” she said.
She freshened up, changed, and was ready to go shortly after. This time, she sported a black leather corset that revealed her ample cleavage. The corset sat just above her belly button, leaving her lower stomach exposed, showing off her washboard abs. She also wore a black leather jacket, black jeans, and black knee-high, leather heels with gold buckles down the side.
“You look like you’re about to go onstage,” Caiden remarked.
“I can wear a long t-shirt instead, if you’d like,” she chuckled.
“Nah, you look good,” he replied.
“I know I do,” she said confidently.
They headed out. Yvora happily jogged over to Caiden’s hypercycle, bedazzled by its sleek, aerodynamic, and futuristic design.
“I must say, sir, you have quite the machine to ride,” she said.
“Thank you. And by the
