This was one of those rare nights though, the kind that happens only when a number of moons line up. Raphael was in for that one-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the wild card that defines if a man chooses to live his life, or watch it being lived. But of course, at this point he was just that simple bystander, a sideline viewer, distant from center stage. He hadn't the slightest idea of his potential.<br/><br/>Anna Delacrux, that was her name, leaning deeply over the second balcony, observing the scene. She glanced down, condescendingly, watching the little ants run all over each other below. She wasn't impressed the slightest, sighing at the usual sight of men with big egos. Her lips brushed along the side of her glass, slowly sipping a simple, cheap sparkling water. She had tasted better, but for now, it would do. She took one last glance, and tipped her glass over, letting the drink pour. After all, human hearts are like water, they always flow to lower heights.<br/><br/>Just before she turned, her eye just barely caught something, or rather someone. Along the bar, there he was, the glasses reflecting a slight tint. He wasn't anything special, or rather, he was plenty normal. But, that was the beauty about it. He was especially normal, except for one thing. His baby face, probably a virgin. This, piqued her interest.