Eirawen's walk to get herself an ice cream for dessert would not be spent alone, however. Since she had arrived, a young man had kept his eyes on her; Zachary Eislin, a bright-eyed youth with platinum hair, skin as dark as chocolate, and a penchant for cruelty that went well with his light-manipulating powers. And an albino? That just screamed to his darker half. Without a word to his small group of followers/cronies, he stood up, grin brighter than the sun as he followed Eirawen toward the line. "Hey there," he said cheerfully, clapping his hand down on her shoulder. It would be uncomfortable to someone with skin like his. It would burn someone with average skin. But an albino? That would be torture.