[color=a187be]Itzal Albescu Fuji[/color]
									[i]British Themed Café | April 14, 2012[/i]
									

Itzal jumped in surprise when he realized that the young woman who had made such an extravagant entrance just a few moments earlier was actually speaking to him. [color=a187be]"B-Bonjour...!"[/color] He replied to her shakily, his thoughts racing as he thought about what he should actually say to her. Swallowing heavily, he managed to start a conversation with her, [color=a187be]"It's nice to meet you."[/color] He replied, his French making his simple sentence more elegant and lyrical than it actually was. [color=a187be]"I suppose this is a bit rude but... Are you a regular here?"[/color] He managed to ask, despite something telling him that he should be so formal with such a lovely lady. He cursed himself mentally for being so weak that he couldn't even ask such a simple question without feeling horrible guilt about it. 

[color=a187be]I'm... I'm sorry..."[/color] Itzal apologized softly, though it was actually more of a whisper. [color=a187be]"I really shouldn't be so brash."[/color] He paused for a slight moment as he sucked in a breath to calm himself down. [color=a187be]"My name is Itzal Albescu Fuji and I'm actually a visitor to Paris."[/color] He explained to her. [color=a187be]" I... Ah... Actually have a meeting with someone you managed to mention earlier as your employer?"[/color] He slowly pulled out the envelope so that only Paula could see it. He really didn't feel comfortable even showing it to her, but he really did need some answers and perhaps that would lead to his decision on what he should actually do. [color=a187be]"I... Don't usually eavesdrop, but I heard you mention someone mentioned "The Devil" and that's actually who sent me this letter."[/color] He continued to explain, trying not to go in too much detail about the envelope's contents as he slipped it back in his sweatshirt pocket. He glanced down at the floor so he wouldn't have to look into Paula's eyes, [color=a187be]"I apologize again. This is extremely forward of me, but I'm sort of having trouble making a decision on what I should do at this point."[/color] He couldn't believe he was actually telling a complete stranger about this, he never really expressed himself to others, even those he knew very well... However, he couldn't help but to feel this odd sensation that he could easily speak with Paula. As if she were some long, lost friend that he could deliver all of his secrets to.


Itzal managed to pull the courage and return to look Paula in the eye, her big lovely brown eyes. Without realizing, he had started to blush heavily, something he couldn't really hide with his extremely pale, delicate skin. He once again lowered his eyes and started playing with the tassels on his sweatshirt, he was obviously extremely embarrassed and it was written all over his face. Itzal was quickly starting to retreat back into his shell, regretting everything he had said and felt about Paula.