"Wh-what is it you do?" Sam asked him. Today she wore her hair in a thick braid that went over her shoulder.

"I'm a writer." L lied.

"What is that?" L asked referring to the notebook she had out one day. She looked up at him slightly surprised by his presence then looked down at her notebook. L noted that today her hair was in a ponytail.

"My sk-sketchbook."

"Can I see?" L asked.

"O-okay." She said handing it over. L looked through pages of drawings from dogs to city buildings and flowers. "D-do you like them?" L glanced at her, he had to admit to himself that Sam most likely wasn't Kira and didn't seem to be hiding anything but decided it better to see if maybe she knew more then she realized. In her brown eyes he found a hint of nervousness. L nodded and looked back through the pages.

"They're very good."

"What school do you go to?" L asked as Sam sipped her drink. She swallowed.

"Da-Daikoku Private Academy"

"That's a Catholic school isn't it?" she nodded.

"I am Protestant but I still believe in Jesus and the Holy Spirit being inside of us which is a lot of what they teach." She stopped. "What about you?" L thought for a moment.

"I know I believe in God. And I do think that He's more than capable of sending someone like Jesus." Sam grinned.

"Maybe you could visit the church I attend sometime." L nodded. He gave her a small smile and noticed her two ponytails on either side of her head.

"Yeah, maybe."

"Ry-Ryuzaki?" L froze realizing he'd been caught following her. He had been staying at least 12 feet behind her at all times but suddenly she turned around catching him completely off guard. He met her eyes and tried to look surprised to see her.

"Oh, hi Sam. I've never seen you come this way before." She shuffled her feet in embarrassment.

"I g-go a different way every day. Since Kira's been around I g-get paranoid that someone's following me." L nodded. She was smart because until today he was never able to keep up with her for more than 10 minutes. "D-do you live around here?" L nodded.

"Yes. Here actually." L pointed to a white house.

"Oh. I-I'll see you later then." L nodded.

"Yeah. Goodbye." He said walking down the sidewalk of the house. Once she turned around and walked around the corner he started to follow her again.

L had gotten a strawberry short cake as a way of eating his anger. He realized that Sam was a lead that only lead to a dead end meaning he'd wasted a good week of work he could've been doing. Yet once he had his treat he found himself walking over to Sam's table and sitting by her once again.

"Hi." She said. L nodded slightly surprised by his own actions.

"Hi."

Sam giggled causing L to look at her curiously. She gave him a napkin.

"Y-you have whip cream on your face." She said. L put down the fork he was using to eat his cake and wiped his face. Sam kept laughing and he couldn't help but smile at her.

"Here." L said handing her a rubix cube. The colors where already mixed in together. She inspected it thoroughly and nodded.

"I-I know exactly what to do." L smiled at her words then bowed his head before picking up his fork and digging into his cake. When he looked back up he saw Sam using her finger nails to peel off the stickers.

"That's cheating." L deadpanned. Sam shook her head.

"Th-the goal is to get the same color on each side. You can either work hard, or you can work smart." L noticed that Sam made him smile more than anyone else.

"It's really cool that you write books." Sam said. L tilted his head.

"Why is that?"

"Because you're not too much older than me and you already have a career."

"I'm not sure how doing something as a means of ensuring your survival is cool." L deadpanned. Sam snickered and L blinked at her rarely anyone laughed at his sarcasm.

"When I grow up, I want to be an artist." L nodded to show that he was listening as he ate a frosted cookie, but really when she wasn't looking L would stare at her in fascination.

"Wha-what kind of books do you write?" Sam asked one day. L glanced around to see if anyone was watching or listening to them.

"I'm not really a writer." L said looking into Sam's eyes. "I'm L, the detective working on Kira's case." Sam was silent for a moment then smiled widely.

"That explains a lot!"

"You're taking this a lot better than I thought." She chuckled.

"At first I thought you might be Kira." L tilted his head.

"So really, in that case this is a huge relief." L guessed.

"Exactly!" Sam confirmed.