"Delilah. I'm back."
The blue-eyed girl looked over her shoulder at him. Despite the anger in his voice, his face was hard to read. She hated that about him. Why didn't he ever let her see exactly what he was feeling? "About time," she responded, sifting her fingers through her turquoise locks. "I was getting lonely." Delilah strolled back to where he was standing and mimed him, leaning against the wall just beside him, her side against his. "You thirsty? Need anything?" Her gaze flickered up to meet his dull, crimson eyes. He was handsome, she had to give him that. "Or are you just completely irritated about the person you just mugged?" she added, poking a little fun at him, well aware that it might shift his irritation towards her.