Izaya watched the girl calmly, following her into Simon's. He sat a few seats from her, as she ate quietly. He blinked softly at her, his crimson-brown eyes following her every movement, reading everything he could from her.
Aggravating part was he kept getting mixed and confused. Her body language was stiff, and polite, but also, at the same time, dark, and uncaring. She was a princess and a rebel all in one, but he wandered which was the true identity behind this new little toy of his.
No, she was far to interesting to be just a toy, and to exotic. She was going to be his doll, and he knew it. He had to hold back a laugh when she ate a bit of seaweed, and made a face, acting as if she had just licked the floor. She swallowed it, and took a deep drink of her cold green tea.
She finished soon, and headed off towards the park, and he stood, following close behind. She seemed to know he was there, and he could see a sudden pitch of anxiety and fear place in her shoulders. Oh? Did this little doll have a fear of strangers?
She got a vanilla ice cream, which made him pout a bit. He had expected her to get butter cream, but he felt pleased with the result nonetheless. You could tell a lot about someone by what ice cream they ate.
She sat on a bench, and he sat next to her. He felt a bit lame, but he knew this girl wouldn't be the type to be easy to get at like that other one near the beginning of the new school semester.
"I haven't seen you around her before." He said cooly, a mockingly polite tone in his smirking voice.
She turned to stare at him, and he felt a sudden pull in his chest. She had beautiful eyes, not a color he had ever seen before, or even thought possible. It was an icy-blue, a near white, that went good with her pale skin, but dark hair and eyelashes.
"I just moved her." She said plainly, not letting anything else slip. He voice matched her eyes, with a singers pitch to it. That made him even more curious.
"From where?" He pried gently.
"America." She said once again in a monotone. He got a bit bored suddenly, shocked someone so new and fresh could be so plain.
Then she did something he didn't expect at all. She stood, quickly, and threw away the new soggy cone.
"That isn't nice!" He said in a pouting tone.
"I am not here to be nice." She said coldly, not bothering to look back at him.
Oh, this would be fun~.