Twinkle, twinkle little star

[Balthazar]

Balthazar gave Isola a knowing glance back, and said with obvious, yet subtle, irritation in the voice:
"Well then I must be a sucker, because I sure am no bloodsucker."
Balthazar was getting really tired of this, and seriously considered just killing her if she didn't drop this soon. Sure he knew the rumors already was out there, but most of them hadn't met him.

[Isola]

"Well, fine!Then you ARE a sucker!" She answered childishly and stuck her tongue out at him.
Isola turned her face away from Balthazar and looked up at the skies again, but it was hard to see the nightsky whilst sittig so close to the streetlight. She squinted her eyes while trying to see something and tried to ignore Balthazar. If he wanted to play it that way she wouldn't mention it again.
With her eyes still fixed at the stars, she said with a humble and slightly embaressed tone in her voice:
"But I like you anyway.."

[Balthazar]

Balthazar gave Isola a bowing nod and wave as thanks. He was quite sure she would bring it up if they met again, but for now, he believed that she wouldn't say anything about it.
He laughed slightly at her comment, like she just couldn't stay grumpy.
"Thanks. I'm beginning to like you too."

[Isola]

A smile grew big on Isolas lips and she turned towards Balthazar, she really wanted to know more about this handsome man.
"Tell me something about you? What do you like?"

[Balthazar]

"You don't read magazines do you?"
Of course, you couldn't read all about Balthazar in magazines, almost nothing true really, but everyone else seemed to think they knew him, because of all they read.
"What I like? I like music, obviously. Don't really know what to say..."
He shrugged his shoulder a little bit.

[Isola]

"No, I don't believe what they write in magazines. It´s all made up.."
Well, of course he liked music, she had been to an audition where he searched for new bandmembers to HIS band. She moved closer, looked him in the eyes, smiled and said softly:
"No, no.. Tell me something about you, something personal."

[Balthazar]

"Yes, it isn't many magazines that sticks to the truth."
Again, Balthazar shrugged his shoulders, not really knowing what to tell Isola. He didn't like sharing... anything at all, of himself, actually.
"I hope that you understand that I just can't tell anyone anything about me."

[Isola]

"It's all right, I understand."
She did understand but was a bit dissapointed that he didn't want to tell her something small at least, like his favorite colour.
"It might sound at bit weird, but can I ask you something? Can you hold me? I'm cold"
Isola wasn't really cold but she just wanted a human touch and he was as good as any other..

[Balthazar]

Balthazar could feel Isola's heat, and understood that she wasn't really cold, it was just an excuses, and it made Balthazar feel uncomfortable.
"You can borrow my coat if you want to. It's quite warm."

[Isola]

"No, I was testing you to see if you were one of those gentlemen-man, I have a warm sweater in my bag."
Isola smiled faintly, looked down and picked her bag up from the ground. She searched with her fingers after that knitted fabric in the big red bag and then when she found it, Isola pulled out her sweater and put it on.
She actually felt a bit embaressed, it was clear he felt uncomfortable with her.
Like all people did, well, she didn't want to make him feel like that, so she rose from the bench and looked at Balthazar. She wanted to shake his hand, hug him or give him a kiss on the cheek but that would probably make him even more uneasy, so instead Isola said quietly:
"Thanks for letting me sit here, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable so I´ll just be on my way. Nos da."


(Nos da means Good night in Welsh)

[Balthazar]

Balthazar just raised an eyebrow, when she said that she just had tested him. How very rude, he thought, but not wanting to hurt her, he said nothing, she seemed so vulnerable. He just didn't want to make her think it would be more than an embrace, she obviously liked him.
He followed her with his eyes when she stood up.
"You are not making me uncomfortable, so you can stay if you want. Or you don't want to sit by someone that's not a gentleman?"
The last part he said with just a bit of acid tongue.

[Isola]

"No, no, you did the gentleman-thing to offer your coat. But it's like I say the wrong things and it would feel even more stupid to sit here quiet and just stare at each other."
She wrapped a lock of her white hair around her finger and looked at Balthazar.
Suddenly she felt so shy and lost, why did Isola feel attracted to him, they had nothing in common except for music and she hardly knew anything about music, only how to play.
Well she'd give it a try and sat down on the bench again.
"What kind of music do you like, then?"

[Balthazar]

Balthazar understood Isola, and he could also understand that this girl was really insecure, but desperately trying to cover it up.
"Well, of course, classical music. Rock. Blues. Most music really, but I can't stand hip-hop. And don't really care for funk either. How about you?"

[Isola]

"I like music with feeling, mostly the same music as you like. But it´s kinda hard to know the what´s new on market when your homeless."
Isola smiled briefly and looked down at the her red bag she had in a tight grip while trying to figure out what kind of music she liked the best, the only time she heard music was when she was in a pub and then it was mostly old time rock. A lock of hair fell down in her face and she tried to blow it away but it didn't move.
"I'm sorry for the way I behaved, but I rarely get to talk to someone so I don't know how to act.. Especially with someone I think is handsome."

[Balthazar]

"Yes, I can imagine. But most new music is shit anyway, so you're not missing much."
Balthazar shook his head a bit, like he couldn't believe it. Balthazar listened very much to music, but almost never anything new.
"It's OK"
He just said with a slight nod.