He looked at her, he looked away. He looked back, and she was still there. As radiant as a ball of exploding hydrogen gas (literally), that was the only way Roxas could describe Naminé. She was the town's local talent, good at everything there was to be good at in Toronto, Canada (which believe me, isn't much to us, but is A LOT to them). From sky-diving to gospel singing, she had done it all! At least that's what everyone thought...
