â€œWell to be fair if I was not there to remove the trash I probably would not have found youâ€ he said, trying to reassure her. â€œSo, I would have to say that you are pretty darn good at the game. I mean, look at me,â€ he says leaning back in his chair a bit, his arms spread wide. â€œImagine my big ass trying to hide. I think in that game you would definitely winâ€ he chuckled laughing at himself.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0080"><span style="font-weight: bold">"I'm more of a reader than anything else. I tend to get lost in books rather easily."</span></span><br/><br/>â€œEscaping into another world, a world where there are happy endings for all the heroes...â€ he said softly, the smile on his lips a thoughtful one. â€œI use to read a bit too when I was younger. Now...â€ he shrugs, â€œSometimes the real world is too hard to escape...â€ there was a harshness that came to his eyes for a second, before it was gone and he was focusing back on her, back on the present.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0080"><span style="font-weight: bold">"So you sing?" she asked, turning the conversation back to him, before adding playfully, "Are you any good?" </span></span><br/><br/>Grinning and blushing a bit, â€œWell, I had a couple lessons as a kid. Something about my mother wanting me to have a softer side. I am....decent. Not going to be trying out for any show or anything, but I can say that your ears will only bleed for a bitâ€  he smirks as he winks at her, before going back to his pizza.<br/><br/>â€œWhat about you? Any hidden talents?â€ he asked once he was done chewing.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0080"><span style="font-weight: bold">Sitting there, she mulled it over for a good minute, trying to find some hidden talent that she had. <span style="font-style: italic">If you count killing people with a single touch...one,</span> Lily thought bitterly. "If I do, they're hidden pretty well," she finally answered, with a shake of her head.</span></span><br/><br/>He nodded, taking a drink of his soda before saying, â€œWell sometimes we do not see how special we are until we are seen through the eyes of anotherâ€ his eyes meeting her own for a moment, holding them, before he looks away. â€œAt least that is something my mother always saidâ€ he finishes with somewhat of an afterthought.<br/><br/>â€œSo, what do you think of the pizza? Best you ever had, right?â€ he asked with a smile.