<span style="color: #0000FF">Alez had felt eyes on him. Yet had ignored it. Enjoying the shade. It got even better as a nice breeze picked up. Moving his hair around in wild and carefree ways. He felt as if he was being given one of those once overs...though this one was sure taking a very long time. He just stays there. Planning out his next move. He was here. He'd found where he wanted to be. He watches her without even seeming or appearing to do so. He leaned back against the tree in one of those cool guy stances straight out of a movie. Yet he pulled it off and made it look extremely sexy. He ignores her as she was ignoring him. She wanted to act like he wasn't there...fine with him. Two could play that game. He smirks. Yeah...it would be fun to see how long it took to piss her off. She seemed like she was one of those firey hell cats. He ignores her. "hmm? Why don't you ask her as that is who you are looking at." he says bluntly. The tone almost smartassed and sarcastic yet it came out with a sexy undertone. "I don't answer questions addressed to my bike. Only those addressed to myself." he says in a naughty sounding voice.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00FF">Yima looks at her. Smiling happily. Nodding his head. "Yes I do." he says softly. Blinking and blushing. He nods his head. And then she moved his hair and he blushed again. She was going to think him weird or something. He hoped not though. He gets his skin back to normal hue. He watches and smiles. "No. Not busy. I'll join you." he says happily. Following her outside. He hadn't actually been to the garden. As he often came here just to see her.</span>