Chance meeting (Stella/Isamu)

Isamu figured he'd find himself back in the City of Lights at some point. There was enough liveliness here that kept him coming back, and he could easily admit that there were a variety of attractive women all around to compliment and spend time with.

These were receptive people outside of their initial unease about certain outsiders, and he proved polite enough to earn at least a nice reputation whenever he entered. As a man of multiple identities - an important skill befitting an assassin - he decided to settle here for a few days as a traveling delivery man specializing in selling useful tools at affordable prices.

It allowed him to not stand out like a sore thumb, and he could interact as much as he desired. With a large bag hoisted over his shoulder, Isamu was likewise settling into the flow of the city until a dog tackled his leg, forcing him to stumble along and accidentally bump into Stella. Whoops. Well, that wasn't smooth at all. Hopefully, he hadn't bumped her enough to send her to the ground. Turning to face the woman, Isamu sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, removing his sunglasses to ensure she was alright. Taking a closer look at her, she was quite the looker indeed. He took care not to let his eyes wander absentmindedly, though. That wasn't quite polite at all.

"Sorry about that, miss. I didn't mean to bump into ya. Someone's dog threw me off my rhythm a bit."

"Now I can't let a lovely lady like you go blamin' themselves for my slip-ups. The fault lies with me."

Isamu gently responded to her words with a cordial, yet still relatively playful, smile as he waved his hand in greeting. Turning to face her completely, he offered a small bow as he waved his hand to wash away any guilt she may have felt for his misstep. If anything, her cute face and the blush that accompanied made him feel as though he ought to be the guilty party here. There were a multitude of ways he wondered how else he could make her blush, but he was hardly the type to overwhelm a woman, let alone someone he just met. That said, hosting a conversation with her would suffice plenty.

"The name's Isamu. What's yours, miss? If ya don't mind my askin', of course."

"A pretty name for a pretty woman. Pleased to meetcha, Stella."

Following the woman away from the hustle and bustle, he gently shook her hand when offered, flashing a polite smile as he began to walk beside her. Even her energy was pretty cute, huh? Nothing made the soul feel more at ease than a woman with a vibrant spirit and an easygoing attitude. At the core of things, that was Isamu's type. But there wasn't any opportunity to press matters like flirting here. No, it was more pertinent to get an understanding of the lay of the land, enjoy the city, and if he could have a cool day with her... even better. Tilting his head to the side, he quietly stroked his chin.

"How's yer' day goin in the city, Stella? First time here or are you one of the residents? I'm... relatively new here. Been lookin' for a place to set up shop and give some stuff away for an affordable price.'

"Ho? Is that so? Careful now, else I'll be the one blushing, though I doubt that shade of red'll be as cute on my face as it is yours, Stel."

Isamu didn't expect a compliment in return, but he took it in stride as he maintained a cordial smile in his strong features. When he posed the question about what he was selling, he wasted little time in pulling his bag forward and seating himself somewhere where he could present interesting trinkets and items he'd collected along the way.

There were a variety of cool and popular action figures from Japan, cultural statues representing Buddhist and Shinto mythology, and some pretty trinkets a woman could appreciate on the side. After all, he prided himself on seeing a smile on a woman's face. Though, he appreciated brightening a kid's day, too. Old people weren't bad, either. Anyway... he turned to her and smiled politely, holding whatever might catch her eye while they continued to converse.

"Germany, huh? I can hear it in the cute accent. I was born and raised in Japan. That said, I have come to enjoy travelin' around the world whenever I have the funds that allow me to do so. Anything catch your eye so far?"

Isamu smiled patiently as he allowed the woman to observe his collection of items. The jewelry seemed to appeal to her most, and truth be told, he thought it would look pretty nice on her, too. He playfully stroked his chin for a moment to let the tension build as though he might say no, but he quickly cleared the air with an easygoing grin.

"Don't worry. It might look expensive, but I'm not chargin' any of these civilians' prices they can't afford. I fancy myself as a salesman of the people, and since you've been so kind, I'll let you name a price you feel comfortable with."

His onyx gaze grew a touch more curious at her revelation about Japan, though, genuinely wondering how the experience was. After all, he was a man who took great pride in his country.

"If you don't mind me asking, what was the experience like? Did you go sightseeing? Enjoy a nice vacation? I don't mean to be too nosy, but that's my homeland, and it's always nice knowing people enjoyed themselves there."