The Army was at a precarious stage. Up until now everything had been preparation, training. They were at the verge of the point from which there would be no going back. This deal was essential, even indispensable for the survival, and the next stage of the plan.
Therefore having the meeting interrupted angered Dragon. He should be more experienced, more concentrated than this. It was his incompetence that caused the issue, and he needed to make it right and eliminate the risk. The island was swarming marines, but his face wasn’t recognizable just yet. It had yet to be in a newspaper, since only the people high up in the World Government paid attention to their affairs. This left him free to conduct his search in peace.
So he approached her. He didn’t try to make it look nonchalant or surreptitious, there was no need to. She would know why he was here, even if she wasn’t anyone suspicious and just happened to be around by chance. They had locked eyes, she would remember him.
He stepped to the table she was sitting at and sat down opposite of her, watching her. His legs crossed, sitting straight yet casual, he probably gave an air of dangerous authority to on-watchers. The thought didn’t move him. Not anymore.
“Who are you?” He finally said after he believed he had made his point.
As she had thought before, this one was indeed an interesting person. Her eyes lay for a bit longer on her drink, nipping on it, then she glanced up. Just at the moment, he spoke these three words, his short but powerful question.
Raising her eyebrow, she couldn't help but smirk. Finishing her nipping, she sat the glass back down on the table, blond hair moving a bit as she tilted her head to the side.
“Just a performer wandering around and woken up after an hour of sleep.” letting this sink a bit, she now dared to ask him. “But with who, nameless one, do I have the favor?” moving her leg from the other side, she still sat there, eyes locking with his in slight curiosity showing in clear blue.
He didn't seem to be a marine or a headhunter, for this, his whole aura seemed so wrong. No, not the aura, it was the way he was speaking and how he had approached her.
What didn't show on her face, the slight urge to tease him. To finally softly tipping at him with her shoe, teasing him in broad daylight.
She should hold back, but it had been a while now that she could get some steam out.
Maybe the Marines were right after all. Her teasing was not of what seemed to be good manners, but she loved it, to get such a person into a surprised or even aroused face.
In the end, she didn't do it, waited simply for his answer if she would even get a name from him. Hardly doubting he would tell her his real name.
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