<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>~Near the Market~</strong></span></span><br/><br/>Leon frowned at her dodging the anything solid as he'd look to Oliza then back at her, "like that's helping anything, long sable hair is very common," he said leaning back at her. "What will set her apart from everything," he asked as he finished the food and would wait for her to give him something he liked. "If she's so important nothing I could imagine would do justice would it," he implored wanting to learn more about the mystery that was now growing in the back of his mind. Perhaps Annrika had touched something that was very important to Leon, afterall the young man had very little he could consider himself close too, in fact if anything he had Oliza and that was it. The promise of more acceptance had clearly caught his full attention and he was now trying to make sure he didn't miss at all. He'd turn to Oliza, "my mistake, I always forget the bright red glow of your cheeks are indications that you're allergic to denial," he said with a smile. "Obviously the denial is your crush," he said waiting to see if Annrika gave in before he served her, her plate of food.