As he approached her for an embrace, she wrapped her arms around his neck and slightly tilted her head, bestowing a brief, closed-eyed kiss as a greeting. Beyond the significance of this intimate gesture, the kiss served merely as a medium for what transpired next.
As their lips met, he could feel her emotions and sensations stealthily infiltrating his own mind - perceptions he was scarcely capable of on his own. Yet now, they felt almost as if they were, as if the origin of these otherworldly feelings was irrelevant. It was like an elusive cloud enveloping the enamored pair, isolating them once again from the surrounding world.
The experience was intensely profound yet profoundly invasive. The physical dimensions of her body, and perhaps even his, ceased to matter. They became inconsequential, mere vessels. The black-clad Fiorella seemed to dissolve into his embrace, permeating his being. He could sense her within himself, amongst his nerve fibers. How long did it actually last?
After what felt like an eternity, she withdrew a few steps, gracefully gliding through his paralyzed arms as he was slowly returning to the physical world, to his more mundane and ordinary existence. She appeared human, yet it was abundantly clear she was not. Her blue gaze brought him back from the recently experienced cognitive and sensory intoxication.
"I am also pleased to see you in person yet again, Damien."
With her left hand, clad in a thin black glove featuring golden pads for touchscreen manipulation, she reached into her pocket and retrieved a small optical data carrier, its edge adorned with the logo of Kishiro Technologies. She briefly clasped the chip between her long fingers and offered it to him with an elegant gesture.
