Draco opened her eyes the next morning and sat up on the couch to look at the time. She hadn't gone to bed and she was still wearing the clothes from yesterday, minus the shoes. The time was 7:30 on her phone, she sighed and got up to make breakfast. Draco had left the balcony door in the hotel room open last night after watching Hisoka's flight disappear from view and forgot to close it before sleeping on the couch, so people would be able to smell what she was cooking.<br/><br/>Draco just cooked something random to eat but it smelled amazing because she was trying some of the techniques that a Gourmet Hunter had taught her to bring out the flavors of the food. Draco had made two servings and yelled towards the second bedroom in the hotel room, "Breakfast is ready Hiso-" Draco paused as she remembered that Hisoka had left last night and looked down at the floor. Draco then put the food in a bentou box and decided to eat it for lunch. Draco finished her breakfast and walked towards the bedroom her things were in and got ready for the day. Even if going outside was painful for her it was better than spending the whole day in an empty hotel room wondering when Hisoka would get back.<br/><br/>Draco left the hotel room wearing a black and red hoodie, black boots, a golden locket, and a simple black skirt. On the back of her hoodie was the constellation of the Dragon emroidered with white thread, she had the hood up over her head, she had her art bag over her shoulder and the bentou box in her right hand. Draco passed by the young man from yesterday without so much as a glance, she had noticed him but she didn't want to bother him since he didn't seem to like her company yesterday. Draco walked down the street and didn't speak to anyone. An older man who was dressed like a hoodlum and walking around like he owned the city bumped into her but Draco said nothing and kept walking. Draco felt the man who bumped into her grab her shoulder and say, "Aren't you gonna apologize for bumpin' into me, ya' freak-a-zoid?" Draco simply said, "You're the one who bumped into me, so no." Draco felt the man pick her up by the front of her jacket and punch her in the face. Draco didn't fight back since she didn't feel any pain from the punches, even if they were causing slight damage from her lack of defense, there was no point when she didn't feel any of it. Draco didn't even flinch away from the man's punches, she just took them without a care in the world.