" A female voice read to herself.
"Hey, this isn't a library, either buy a magazine or get lost." A man who couldn't be more than twenty-five stated annoyed by the woman standing idly at the magazine rack. Her outfit consisted of white tank top covered with a black blazer, a pair of sleek black slacks and white sneakers.
She turned her [e/c] eyes, to the cashier, who glared impatiently. She picked up a magazine, and the soda she had went into the store for, and placed them both on the counter. He rang up her items, and she gave him a quick smile, before paying and walking out of the convenience store. People buzzed by and cars zoomed to their destinations, she glanced up at the bright sun and reached into her purse pulling out a pair of dark sunglasses. Placing them over her eyes she walked down the streets of Ikebukero.
"You don't seem to be from here." A mocking voice said. The woman turned to see a man who seemed to be about her age, he wore a black jacket and a mischievous smirk on his face.
"How'd you know?" She said boredly.
"I know everyone, so when someone new comes to town, I take it as a personal mission to help them find their way around
you know get them better acquainted to the city." He
said with fake sincerity.
"I think I'm good, thanks though Izaya." She stated, while turning to leave.
"I don't recall giving you my name."
She smirked while turning back around. "That was rude, let's try that again. I'm [L/Name]
[Name], and I know you're Izaya Orihara, occupation informant, office and residence in Shinjuku."
"You're good." Izaya shrugged his hands in his coat pockets. "So tell me do you do your homework on every town you move into, or am I just special?" He smirked.
I just do my homework. It helps to know what's what, when you go somewhere. Besides if I didn't have information on people with notorious backgrounds, even if they play from the sidelines, I wouldn't be a nearly as good at my job now would I?" She smirked, while removing the sunglasses.
"Let me guess you're an informant broker."
"Nope, but I do get paid for the information I give out, you should have heard of me by now."
"I'm afraid; I don't have any idea who you are."
to bad then. One, zero." She stated.
"Hm?" Izaya said cocking a brow at the female, who continued to smirk, pride and determination burning in her [e/c] eyes.
"I know more about you than you do of me, therefore I receive one point, while you still have zero."
"What is this some game?"
"You could say that, but it's sort of how I process things, it makes it easier to keep track of everything."
"That's kind of weird don't you think?"
"Call it what you want." She shrugged. "Any ways I should get going I have places to be people to see." She said turning on her heel. "It was fun meeting you Izaya." She said waving half heartedly without looking back.
"It truly has been fun, [Name]." He chuckled to himself, "Let's see how long you have that look on your face, before you're just like all the rest. This should be fun." He grinned, while turning and walking.