“<b>It can be sometimes, can’t it?</b>” Loretta was quiet for a long moment, contemplating over his statement. Most feared darkness because it hid the unknown, but hearing him call darkness his friend caught her off guard. As he took in the cold night air eagerly, she let go of his hand in favor of leaning over the wood railings. The rain scattered across her tanned ivory skin and she stretched her digits, enjoying the feeling of the droplets.<br/><br/>“<b>I was curious,</b>” she replied simply, looking back at him with a soft smile. The tension between the two of them seemed to have dissipated slightly with the new scenery. “<b>Most people are afraid of the dark,</b>” she told him, though she was sure he knew that already. Then a slightly more sinister comment followed. “<b>But they’ll usually walk into darkness to follow a beautiful woman.</b>” As if the clouds were trying to prove her point, they shifted to cover more of the moonlight, further removing the illumination around the pair.