"Cut the crap, how do I get to him?" Heather snapped, slamming her binder down in front of Light.
Light raised an eyebrow, peering malevolently at her over the top of his textbook. Heather stared back, furrowing her eyebrows in a pathetic attempt of impatience.
Light sighed, taking a breath and steeling himself to respond. ⌠Quite honestly , you're wasting your time." he said in a level tone.
Heather leaned closer to him, looking into his cold, unfeeling eyes. "What do you mean by THAT?" she snarled quietly.
"The great L has no time for love affairs." Light responded simply.
Heather sighed and folded her arms, leaning back in the hard-backed chair with some difficulty.
Light glanced behind around; the library surrounding them was full of people checking out books, young couples discussing their plans in hushed tones, and librarians bustling about, telling them all to be quiet.
Such a rotten world┘
"Light," Heather said quietly, interrupting his thoughts.
Light set his textbook down with a sigh and raised an eyebrow at her.
"What?"
"L likes sweets, right?"
Light stared at her, thoroughly baffled at the sheer pointlessness of the conversation.
"Yes, he does."
"Well, could I use that to get to him?"
Light snapped his textbook shut and stared at her for a long moment, his cold eyes boring into hers.
"I don't know." He said finally, standing up and pushing his chair back in against the table.
"Wait!" Heather grabbed his wrist, stopping him from walking away.
Light's eyes traveled to her hand on his, and then to her eyes, so full of hope.
"Go ahead and try it." he said quietly, "but, you know, he is under the highest security."
He almost felt sorry for her. He, of course, knew L didn't do the relationship thing, he only used people.
Heather smiled, removing her hand from his and grabbing her binder from the table.
"Don't worry, I'll manage."