"Who was that?" Emily asked, her voice a little breathless, the image of the fiery-haired man's intense, curious gaze still burned into her mind.
"Who?" Adrien blinked, and then a moment later, processed who she meant. "The one who caused the ruckus? I can't say that I recognized him." He sighed. "Given the city, it's just as likely a tourist as a native. More likely, in fact. He wasn't dressed like a native Caelis scholar."
"He looked like trouble," Stella grumbled, her arms crossed, a scowl on her face. "I don't like him. He has the stink of recklessness. And... cinnamon."
"He had a nice smile, Wifey," Merwyn chirped, a thoughtful expression on his face. "A very...bright smile. Like a sunrise."
"See. If Stupid likes him, he's also stupid. I told you so."
