<ul>Spotting him across the way, the butterflies in Lilly's stomach begin to flutter anew. <span style="font-style: italic">It's the eyes</span>, she thought to herself, <span style="font-style: italic">his eyes are like nothing I've ever seen before</span>. Despite the nerves, the woman knew she had to remain calm and not give any hints regarding the inner turmoil until she knew she could trust this man.<br/><br/>Smiling pleasantly, she waved away his apology with an elegant flick of her wrist. "It's no problem, I only just got here a few minutes ago myself, just enough time to order a drink. Did you want something?"<br/><br/>Just in that moment, the bartender handed her the drink she'd ordered, the colours swirling from the lightest pink at the top to a deep red towards the bottom.  The young man took Amsu's order then, turning towards the rack of glass bottles, as Lilly tilted slightly in her seat to face him better. She'd placed her purse atop the bar, and within her little tape recorded blinked away.<br/><br/>"I'm glad you could make it out here, I was disappointed that I had to run off like that on such a short notice," glancing at him apologetically, Lilly took her drink in hand and sipped. "This story...I think we're going to get a lot of interest from readers. Tell me, have you heard the symbolic, cult-like deaths popping all over the news lately? Strange how such a rise in numbers has occured in such a short time..."<br/></ul>