Zidane wasn't the only one out taking in the sights tonight-- there was someone else here admiring the display of candles as well, his expression soft yet distant.

If he realized that he wasn't alone, he gave no sign of it at first, just staring intently at the flickering flames as if looking for something in their light. And thus he remained for a few moments, silent and absorbed; at last he spoke, though he didn't tear his eyes away from the candles.

"... they're lovely, aren't they?"