Leyla smiled, feeling the tension in her shoulders finally melt away. In a room full of gold, his quiet presence was the most valuable thing she had found. She whispered, almost to herself, —Aydın, I love the simplicity in you.
He didn't offer a grand speech in return. He simply shifted over to make room for her on the bench, and together, they watched the moon. Aydin Sevirem Sende Olan Sadeliyi
Aydın looked up, his eyes bright and clear. "The moon is putting on a better show than the band is. It seemed a shame to miss it." Leyla smiled, feeling the tension in her shoulders