It wasn't many people who could take Fuu off guard as readily as he did. In some ways, perhaps, it might have been one of the things that appealed to her about him; he was a surprise, a mystery and a challenge, one that kept her analyzing, processing, re-evaluating, always moving to meet him on the same field.

At other times, it was inconvenient, especially when he inadvertently stripped her bare. Her breath caught in her throat, and she pressed her lips together before a high, soft laugh escaped like a small explosion.

"Most people say 'nice place.'"

Well, she'd admitted that she was alone, hadn't she? In their previous meeting, she she'd asked him to come. It wasn't as though he'd made a grand revelation.

But it still hurt as though he'd pushed a fist into her abdomen. She pressed her lips together again, looking away, out towards the obscured skyline.

"Do you drink?"