Mysta's POV
(This first part will just be recapping what has happened so far but in Mysta's eyes)
Here I was, sitting at a food stall after helping out a friend of mine with a problem he had. My energy was completely spent. Being a detective as well as a natural-born genius, there was no doubt that I could solve any problem that comes my way.
I had already ordered my food when a peculiar man sat down beside me. I looked out of the corner of my eye to take observation of him. He was dressed in an all-white suit with a red shirt underneath, a black jacket with a beautiful floral design, and sandals. The man's hair was long and black with parts of it being red.
I couldn't see his eyes well enough but whoever he is, he's definitely not from around here.
I took a sip of the drink that I ordered with my food, which was still being made, when the man began to have his order taken. He then proceeded to reach down into his pocket to feel for his wallet. But he suddenly looked up and looked a little worried.
Taking into account that this guy probably has zero idea where he is as well as him not having any money, I clear my throat to grab his attention and begin to speak. "No worries, his order is on me."
The man looked at me in a mix of shock and confusion as I got up and walked over to the cashier. As I feel around for my wallet, I notice that he's taking a look at me. I also take this chance to observe his mannerisms. I take out my card and hand it to the cashier, who then slides it into the card machine.
He hands it back to me as I place it back inside of the wallet, pocket it, and proceed to sit back down. I sat back in my seat when the guy turned towards me and said, "You didn't have to do that, you know."
I looked at him and laughed. "I didn't mind, besides, you looked like you forgot something to begin with," I said, taking another sip of my drink. "Well, thank you for that. You're very kind," he said, smiling at me. I nodded and smiled back as I began to turn away when I turned back and asked him, "You're not from here, are you?"
He looked at me and took his time, thinking about what to say and what not to say. I just sat there and waited patiently. This went on for a few seconds before he answered. "Alas, no I am not," he said, shaking his head. I nodded and began to study him again, trying to figure it out for myself.
In the end, I couldn't, and I began to ask another question. "Well, just where are you from, sir?" I asked him. He replied, "Ah, have you ever heard of the underworld?" I thought about this for a moment. Hell? You're telling me this man is from Hell?
I then snap out of my thoughts and nod. "I understand, no worries, sir," I say, smiling at him. He smiles back as both of our orders come in and we begin to eat. Nothing but silence came between the both of us as the clinking of pots and pans, the sizzling of food in various skillets, and the amazing aroma of the meal.
I finish my food and begin to get up. I took my hat back from the hat stand and began to take my leave. Just before I made it to the corner of the street, the man who was seated next to me had grabbed my attention. "Hey...just what is your name?" he asked me. I turned around to face him.
I smiled and answered him. "Mysta, Mysta Rias, and what about you?" "Vox, Vox Akuma," the man says.
Here's the continuation of their first encounter, which will continue under Mysta's POV.
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