" It's a little early to be falling asleep," says a voice, soft and low, at her side.
Startled, she spins to face the man who seems to have materialized from nowhere.
"By all accounts," he adds, "there are still hours of this to get through."
She doesn't recognize him. In the near-darkness his face is smooth like sculpted marble and his eyes shine almost black; his expression is hard to read- playful, perhaps- but it's his choice of words that intrigues her the most. "

― Hannah Richell , The Peacock Summer