<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Lucian sat again in the middle of the floor, waiting for Ayla to show up. He had his eyes closed, meditating in the peaceful silence of the Workroom. He was wearing form fitting black workout clothes, and as the door opened up he took a deep breath and picked up the scent of sweet cream and chilies. Without opening his eyes he smiled, and turned to look in her direction.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"> “Hello Ayla, how are you today?”</span>