Heaving a long sigh, Dante opened his eyes and looked around. Pale yellow light shrouded the interior of the cafe, cast by neon lamps lining the corners and the wide glass windows. The world outside was no different, although a bit more colorful. Though he couldn't see the sky, Dante could tell by the atmosphere alone that the night had already fallen.
"Is it over?"
The question made him face the other side of the table, where a young boy with auburn hair sat. The tone of his voice, as well as the look on his face, both spoke of how bored he was.
"Yes, it's over." Once again, Dante found himself sighing. "I'm starving, so… let's get out of here."
Since Volcan was doing most of the work, there was no real need for Dante to spend several hours sitting in the far-from-comfortable cafe chair while watching a first-person view or a museum tour, and he certainly didn't have to go all that time without eating anything.
