Atticus approached the end wall on the right, beside the toilet, where an unassuming door stood. The door parted as he approached, and Atticus's gaze settled on a pristine white, simple portable bathroom.

It was only about 7 x 7 feet and had all the things one would expect in a bathroom.

Without wasting time, Atticus immediately entered, stripped, and quickly took his bath. He was still completely sweaty from his earlier training, and although he still looked good, to him just looking good wasn't enough.

After a few minutes, Atticus stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, leaving his completely toned body on full display.

With a thought, Atticus manipulated the fire element, and the water on his form immediately turned to steam, his drenched snow-white hair becoming fluffy and dry.

Atticus's figure approached the black leather couch in one corner of the booth.

Stretching his hands, he focused on his storage ring, and immediately a long attire covered in white transparent nylon materialized, settling down on the couch.

Atticus unwrapped the nylon, revealing the attire fully. It was a sky blue colored trench coat with intricate black designs all over it.

There was also a deep blue inner wear inside. He also brought out black shoes and trousers.

Atticus swiftly started dressing up, and after a few seconds, he was fully ready. He quickly styled his hair, simply letting it flow backwards.

He stepped out of the booth and saw himself in full view.

There were simply no words. He was breathtaking.

Many would wonder, just why was Atticus going through all this trouble to dress himself up?

Their curiosity would be justifiable because Atticus had never once put this much emphasis on his looks before. If only Anastasia could see him now, she would truly wonder, was this truly Atticus?

The answer to that first question would have to do with the question he had asked a certain purple haired girl the previous day.

And it was exactly because of her response that Atticus was currently preparing and dressing up.

Seeing that he was looking dashing enough, Atticus took his gaze away from the large mirror and started heading out.

He had a date to get to.

An enchanting purple haired young girl stood in a secluded area completely devoid of other people.

This spot was a spot where one of the many buildings conjoined, and it was made in such a way that there was only one entrance to the small space.

The grand silhouette of one of the neighboring structures intercepted the path of the golden sunrays, creating a striking division across the space.

Half of the area bathed in the gentle warmth of sunlight while the other half lay veiled in the cool embrace of shadow.

Zoey gazed at the entrance to the space and sighed softly. "Lumi, what am I doing here?"

Lumindra raised an non existent eyebrow, responding to Zoey in a puzzled tone. "Huh? Did you hit your head or something? You're here for a date, remember?"

Zoey nodded, her expression troubled. "I know. But I meant, why did I you know-"

"Accept his offer?" Lumindra finished her sentence before Zoey could continue her ramblings.

A cute sigh sounded in Zoey's head, and then Zoey's form suddenly radiated an intense purple glow, the glow coalescing in the middle of her chest to form a bright purple orb of light.

The orb floated slowly away from Zoey's form and then suddenly morphed, transforming into the figure of an extremely petite young girl.

She stood at a delicate height of just above two inch, her petite frame resembling that of a fairy.

Her skin, porcelain pale, glowed softly under the shimmering aura of mana that enveloped her.

Her sparkling amethyst eyes radiated wisdom and mischief in equal measure.

Despite her diminutive size, there was an undeniable aura of power and confidence that surrounded her.

Her hair was styled in loose curls, with strands of amethyst woven throughout, giving it an otherworldly luminescence.

Tiny braids and twists accentuated her hair, adorned with miniature crystal beads and tiny flowers that seemed to bloom in her presence. Despite its length, her hair seemed weightless, floating around her like a halo of shimmering purple light.

She wore a flowing gown made from ethereal fabric that seemed to shift and dance with the slightest breeze. On her feet, she wore dainty sandals adorned with tiny gemstones that glittered with each step she took.

She was one of the very few tier 7 spirits in the world, Lumindra, the Enchanting Drake.

With both hands resting on her tiny waist, Lumindra tilted her head upward, a huge smug smile adorning her face.

Hovering just above Zoey's form, Lumindra maintained her position as if awaiting some grand revelation. However, the silence that followed stretched on for several seconds, broken only by the subtle sound of their breaths.

Subtly opening one eye, Lumindra's gaze met Zoey's deadpan expression.

"Tsk," Lumindra clicked her tongue, lowering her gaze.

"You don't even have a strand of respect! Can't you even see you're in the presence of my esteemed self?" Her petite voice held a hint of annoyance.

Yet, Zoey's expression remained unchanged, her eyes fixed on the cute spirit before her.

Once more, Lumindra clicked her tongue, folding her tiny hands across her chest as she pouted, muttering under her breath, "Disrespectful bitch."

"I heard that!" Zoey retorted, causing Lumindra to release a cute sounding "Hmph!" in response.

"Let's see how you'll get through this date of yours without me," Lumindra added suddenly, her words causing Zoey to flinch involuntarily.

She had next to zero experience in dealing with stuff like this. Although Zoey had gone on many meetups with other men, she had never had any issues with them.

She had zero interest in them, which made it easier to deal with the whole situation as she didn't care what they thought.

But this was different.

Which was why she had been relying on Lumindra to get through this meeting, and the devil petite spirit knew this fact well.