He certainly hadn't stuck around after his little talk to the young lady, but he hadn't gone far either. In fact, he was only a couple blocks down and across the street from the bookstore, and facing in the direction, so when she came back to the bookstore, he saw her. Was she thinking that he might have stuck around for her until she got back? That was, in minority, absurd in every which way. Why would he? A smirk formed on his lips as he watched her turn away, and slowly follows in the same direction. And, of course, since he was so far back, she probably wouldn't even notice he was there, his icy footsteps covered by the sounds of other people coming and going, and the sound of cars driving by.<br/><br/>When he saw that the man he'd nearly frozen walk up to her, he pauses, wondering what she would do. Would she go with her choice of before, or would she decide to listen to his not-so-kindly given advice? It wasn't long, the conversation between the two, and to his amusement she chose to take her own advance, knocking the guy out with a swift and decisive blow to the neck. "Very good." He mutters, chuckling softly as he turned away, eyes glinting with some sort of feeling of satisfaction, as if he'd accomplished something himself.<br/><br/>Just as he'd predicted, the rain was almost passed, and all that fell now were light sprinkles. He was already soaked, but it didn't bother him in the least. As he walked along, enjoying the fresh scent of the air that came after a heavy rainfall, he notices an old soccer field. It wasn't taken very good care off, and the grass was a bit long, especially around the goalposts. Weeds grew thick around the poles that were planted in the ground, and the netting was worn out and had holes torn in places. But, for him, it was a soccer field nonetheless. Walking over to it, the metal cleats on his shoes sinking into the soft ground.<br/><br/>Walking up to one of the goals, he looks at it, reaching out to touch the bar, which the white paint was peeling off of. A smirk grew on his lips as he easily jumped up on top of it, sitting down and letting his legs hang over the edge, his soccer ball sitting hidden in a pile of long grass. Right then he makes himself so still that he becomes invisible to the naked eye, and was surprised when the girl comes over. She obviously thought the field was empty right then, kicking an old soccer ball and missing the goal completely, the black and white sphere hitting one of the side poles and bouncing away, before coming to a rolling stop.<br/><br/>Leaning his chin on his elbow, he watched her with an amused grin on his face, eyes glittering with hilarity as she talked out loud to no one in particular, maybe even just to herself. "I guess you're right on THAT point at least." He says, his voice teasing, and only when he talks does he finally become invisible, showing that he'd been there the entire time. He looks down at her from the goal, laughing quietly. "Why is it that we always seem to run into each other, huh?" Right then he was actually in a half way good mood, so at that point to him, she wasn't being a bother.