Stiles was drifting in and out of a deep slumber. The world blurry as he stared at the open window beside him. Usually the tall tree and its green leaves would be the first to greet him but the picture was different this time. He blinked to sharpen his stare to find a pair of electric blue eyes staring at him from within the window frame

"Morning."

"Jesus!" He sat up from the shock, dragging his thick blanket up to cover his shirtless body. Ariel was grinning while sitting on the sill of the leg swinging back and forth as she watched him. His skin felt all tingly from her lingering gaze that travelled over his form, like a soft caress.

"Nice boxers, those yellow bug eyed creatures are kinda cute." She commented. His gaze darted to his Despicable Me boxers before looking back at her.

"You mean the Minions." He said she cocked an eyebrow.

"Minions?"

"Never mind, what are you doing here so early?"He figured she wouldn't know who the Minions were. He was still absorbing the fact that she didn't know who the "Offspring" were. She was wearing her beanie again today, which disappointed him and he didn't know why.

"Lesson two Stilinski get ready and meet me at the park in ten minutes." She announced before hopping off the edge of the window and rushing off. Stiles stared at the place where she once was before quickly scrambling out of the bed, eagerly awaiting his adventure.

Ariel was standing on a field of grass waiting for him. He parked his jeep and raced to the back of his car to pull out the equipment he brought. She watched with curious eyes as he struggled to balance his telescope, binoculars and a notepad in his arms.

"Why did you bring all of that?" She asked swiftly poking the long star gazing device. He heaved a sigh and placed the weight on the grass before looking to her.

"Well my telescope was just lying around at home and you said we would be analyzing people so I thought this would come in handy." She dead-panned before walking a head. Stiles stared after her wondering if it was the cue for him to follow. Sighing he picked up his telescope and placed it back into the vehicle before hurrying after her.

"Tell me what do you see?" They sat on a bench facing the playground of swings, club house and see-saws. There were a dozen kids making merry with their parents or elder family members watching out for them.

"People?" Stiles asked, sitting beside her with his binoculars on top of his notebook.

"I mean a specific person." She said and then looked forward and pointed "That woman over there."

It was a blonde woman sitting by herself, one leg crossed over the other. She wore heavy blue sued coat over a tight pair of black pants and ankle boots. Her blonde hair was held up in a loose ponytail and a few strands fell over her eyes.

"Well from the pram, bag of kid stuff I am guessing she is a parent but then again I would have said that because we are sitting in a park, also she is blonde."

"You have to notice the details, every action tells a story, for example her hand bag notice where it's placed."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Stiles was confused, Ariel rolled her eyes.

"Place the binoculars on the bench." Without objection he picked up his binoculars and placed them on the bench again "You placed them there because you a right handed, it's your dominant hand, but her hand bag is on the left which means…"

"She is left handed." He was fascinated. It was such a simple but obvious fact, but Ariel wasn't done just yet.

"Yes, she is wearing sandals and if you notice there is multiple bruising on the leather which means she wears that pair often so she isn't really picky about her foot wear." She pointed at each piece of attire

"Notice the way she is fiddling with her hands, it's a nervous tendency but her expression remains passive so she has been feeling that way for a while and had gotten good at hiding whatever it is that is bothering her, notice how she is staring at her child." Stiles stared and listened silently. "She is fixating and the fact that the child seems to be enjoying herself seems to make her even more uneasy and toy her wedding ring which means she had done something that could endanger her relationship with her child, she is guilty about it, and my guess is she is having an affair with someone."

"She is cheating on her husband?" He echoed, she nodded quiet sure about the fact.

"Probably with someone sophisticated, see how her eyebrows are done and her clothes are new. Her hands are manicured she wants to impress him." Stiles blinked in surprise, staring at the girl in pure wonder, but there was also a slight doubt in his mind.

"That's all nice theories and all but how are you going to prove any of it?"

"I am not trying to prove anything, I've got a basic idea about her now, and if you want to prove me wrong why don't you got ask her about it?"

"I am not looking to get slapped today, thank you." He replied averting his gaze back to the lone woman in front of them.

"Want to follow her?"

"That would be stalking." He informed. She smirked and shook her head clearly amused by his words.

"And looking into a stranger's Facebook page isn't?" She sighed and crossed one long leg over the other "Shame, I could have told you more about the man she was having an affair with—let's move on."

"Yeah but can we try analyzing something a little more in my level, like a tree or a rock." He stated honestly. She was moving way too fast in her lessons. Ariel didn't object as her azure eyes darted over the many faces in the park before landing on one.

"The old man over there, pretty simple." She said before leaning back onto the wooden bench. The man had his back turned to them. Stiles frowned not seeing how this was a simpler target but he made no objection and began to observe.

"Well he is old, grey clothes, wooden cane, I can't really tell from here it's only his back I mean—"

"You are just stating facts Stiles make deductions, look at the way he is looking around." She cut in.

"He is waiting for someone?" He mused out loud looking to Ariel for guidance.

"Possible but his chin is lowered and notice his jaw." Stiles narrowed his stare on the senile citizen's face. His jaw was moving, the saggy worn-out skin around his face wobbling to form words, he blinked in surprise.

"It's moving."

"Yes, so he is talking could be to himself, but notice his shadow." His eyes darted to the shadows under the bench. The sunlight drifted in from the left and casted multiple shadows on the cement roads, many fluttering figures that stretched and jumped. Stiles couldn't make out what the figures were at first so he moved his gaze to look at the old man's shadows. He noticed the way his hands would dart out and gently toss what seemed to be crumbs to the ground which the smaller shadows immediately darted to. His eyes widened in realization and stared in awe.

"He talks to birds." He stated looking to Ariel who was watching him. She nodded her full lips curving into a pleased smile.

"You catch on quick." She commended, Stiles tried not to blush. She averted her gaze back to the people, sitting up slightly on the bench.

"Let's try someone else."

"How about that little girl over there?" Stiles suggested. Gesturing at the chubby dark haired child around nine years old, climbing the monkey bars.

"What about her?"

"What can you tell about her?"

"Kids don't interest me." This surprised him, he looked to her. Ariel's expression was flat of emotion.

"Why not?"

"They have no story to tell, they are after all just starting out with the same mundane routines. Wake up, eat, play, eat some more and then sleep nothing interesting about them, not to me at least." Stiles gaped in shock, turning his profile to face her.

"They have imagination and innocence, doesn't that fascinate you?" She regarded him with vague interest in her eyes.

"In the form of a good book yes but what does innocence have to do with anything?" she looked to the children again with such passivity that shocked him. "They do such strange things; like that for example what is that?"

Stiles looked to see what she was pointing at, it was a few children jumping from one square to the other that was drawn on the park floor with chalk. He was startled to see that Ariel didn't recognize the game.

"You mean Hopscotch?" He said, her disinterest didn't waver in the slightest.

"Hopscotch is that what that dance is called?"

"It's not a dance, oh my God how do you not know Hopscotch? Haven't you ever played it with your siblings." There was a flash of revelation in her eyes but it disappeared sooner that it came and the guarded coldness in her eyes returned, this intrigued him.

"You just asked me that to know if I have any family, the question is no." She pointed out, having caught on to his intentions. She smiled "I live with my uncle."

Stiles made a mental note about the fact that family was a touchy subject for her. Just at the mention of siblings seemed to spark some deep untouched emotion in her. He was still reeling from the fact that she didn't know hopscotch was, she seemed completely unfazed by her lack of knowledge on the matter.

"I am starving how about a cinnamon bun. I think I saw a pastry shop on my way here." She mused slowly getting to her feet and walking a head.

"So what games did you play when you were a child?" He asked while cupping a coffee mug in his hands. They were currently sitting in a cafe facing each other on opposite sides of a round table. She took off her grey beanie and her dark maroon hair tumbled out from underneath. He watched in slight awe as she casual threw the head wear onto the table.

"I played hide and seek with a few friends once, though it was more challenging than the usual game." She answered and brought her white ceramic plate with a cinnamon roll on top, closer to her. Stiles noticed the way she eyed the sugar glazed bread in that hungry way but it was also appreciative. He had never seen a girl in his school or anywhere else look at food the way she did—other than Meg—it was refreshing.

"How so?" He asked. She brought the bun to her lips and paused to regard him with those gleaming eyes.

"There were…obstacles involved." She murmured before sinking her teeth into the soft dough. He watched the movement, slightly entranced by her mouth.

"So basically you had no real childhood I mean you don't even know what freaking Hopscotch is."

"Is it really that shocking—"She mumbled while chewing he nodded frantically.

"Uh yes! Every kid should know how to play that game." She snorted at his words and gave him a dreary look.

"I wasn't like most kids. This cinnamon bun is pretty good, the perfect amount of cinnamon and its all warm and fresh, maybe it's because we are early." He couldn't help but smile at her words. She was genuinely fascinated by a simple breakfast, he noticed the beverage she order and brought his own to his lips.

"You don't drink coffee?" He asked. Her dark brows disappeared behind her bangs in wonder, a sly smirk curving her lips.

"How observant of you, I feel coffee does a very poor job of keeping me awake, tea is more relaxing and rejuvenating." She stated. Stiles had to disagree when he needed his energy boost—which is rare—he always looked to coffee, but he couldn't help but think it was rather perfect, judging by her looks and cool nature she seemed more like a tea girl.

"Would you like to try some?" Stiles was surprised by her offer, she was watching his reactions very carefully. He was unsure about how to receive her offer, share a drink? That technically qualifies as an indirect kiss right? Or maybe I am just over thinking it?

He gawked at her. She had this innocence in her eyes like she hadn't realized how her offer had made him feel, all sweaty palmed and racing heart. Yup I am definitely over thinking it.

She pushed the cup of tea towards him, the handle facing him. He reached out and plucked the cup off its saucers and brought the rim to his lips and took a sip and instantly grimaced.

"What on earth is that?!" He exclaimed smacking his lips repeatedly to rid of the taste. He dropped the cup back into its dish in a haste, the ceramic clattered against each other. Ariel was not astonished by his reactions and continued to smile mirthfully. Stiles hurriedly reached for a sachet of sugar and ripped it open before pouring it completely into his mouth and sighing at the sweet taste that immediately flooded his senses.

Meanwhile Ariel was still grinning behind the brim of the cup, her electric eyes twinkling in hilarity "You are so animated, it's quite amusing."

"Why do I get the feeling you did that on purpose?"

"I had an eighty percent hunch you would hate it, so don't blame me, I didn't force you to drink it and besides. It's my own personal brew and very healthy for you."

"Healthy in what sense?" He asked curiously. There was a mysterious glint in her eyes and the sultry smile returned.

"In every sense." Despite himself, Stiles was blushing.

Ariel was unaware of his nervous state "Tracy, I like her very much which is strange because I rarely find myself intrigued by female characters in a novel." Stiles tried to recall who she was reffering to "The chess scene was just genius and the one with the jewelry store."

Her statement made the pieces of the puzzle come together, he blinked in surprise. "You read pretty far, the book is like 400 pages too."

"I couldn't put the book down." There was a guilty look in her eyes. He had to admit it was quiet charming and he couldn't help but smile.

"You would love Master of the Game." Stiles said with a firm nod of his head, Ariel leaned in closer.

"What is that about?" she asked, curious to know.

"How much it takes to rise into power, scandal, scheming— the usual."

"Interesting—"A sudden beep from within her pants grabbed both their attentions. She pulled out a flip phone which startled him, and he didn't know they were still in production. She answered the call with her usual cool air. Stiles could hear the slightly murmuring voice from the other end of the line.

"Yes… no… fine…alright." He was captivated by how vague the conversation was. Maybe it was to her mother? But then he remembered she lived with her uncle. It was such a smooth detached conversation and he noticed how her eyes were guarded the entire time she had the phone pressed to her ear.

"I have to go." She was already getting to her feet with her beanie at hand.

"I'll return your book by tonight." She said, bringing the beanie over her head and tucking her wavy hair underneath the material.

"Tonight?" He sat up. She was ill prepared for his distressed reaction.

"Is that alright, if you are busy then…" He was instantly on his feet.

"Yes—no, I mean I am free, at least I think I will be."Stiles cursed himself mentally for being too eager again. She didn't seem to notice his jittery form and smiled.

"If your lights are turned off I will know otherwise." She sent him a radiant smile and brushed past him "See you around Stilinski."

He watched her leave the pine forest scent of her lingering in the air around him. He snapped himself out of his thoughts and turned back to his half eaten sandwich and took a seat. She was a strange girl, two days of knowing her, and he hardly knew a thing about her yet they conversed like old friends. Thinking back Stiles found himself recalling all her strangeness, a phone—an old one at that—without a personal ring tone. He was glad she was teaching him to observe properly because heavens knew he needed it when it came to her.