Willow twirled her finger around her feather ear ring on her left ear when she heard soft slow footsteps behind her. She shook her head guessing it was just another tourist until she felt a firm hand on her shoulder. Gasping she twirled around her long black hair flying around in the wind. She took him in, blue eyes gazed into her own, his hand on her shoulder trailed down her arm stopping at her wrist and finally letting go. She felt lost in his eyes though she only looked into them for seconds. Finally the boy spoke. One word that held her, captivated by his voice. "Hi."
Willow stammered lost for words finally spluttered out, "H-h-hey."
"I'm David," he said in a voice so soft Willow had to lean in to hear.
"Willow," she half whispered.
"Pleasure," he murmured taking her hand an kissing it softly.
Willow's cheeks flooded with pink as his lips touched the cold skin of her hand. David smirked at this. The silence hung in the air for a while as they stared at each other.
David's hand slipped into Willow's as they made their way back to her house, "I'm so sorry," he said softly after Willow explained why she moved to Santa Carla. Willow shook her head which was still dizzy from the night they'd spent together, first he brought her to some Chinese place he knew and they eat rice and noodles while sitting on the rocks at the beach, then they walked along the beach together just talking.
Willow smiled at him as they reached her new house stopping at the gate with the long path that lead up to the front porch, "This is me," she said with a soft sigh.
David looked down at her, "I'll see you tomorrow night," he murmured leaning down to softly kiss her cheek causing her to stumble slightly.
Willow nodded and silently opened the wooden gate and made her way down the pathway. She walked in the door and closed it behind her, leaning against it she shut her eyes hoping she wasn't dreaming.
David shoved his hands into his pocket as he walked away from Willow's home. He frowned wondering why he hadn't drank her blood that night but something held him back. The way she looked at him, gazed into his eyes seeming to stare into his soul. The way she tugged at her soft hair when she got nervous, and how she blushed when he complemented her. He had no idea why she intrigued him so much but he wasn't going to let it pass.