Konoha cut the fruit with a sharp tool from another stand, slicing it then munching on it with a mouthful. Kotaro frowned, trailing his eyes around the people in the crowds until he spotted a specific person. A really pretty person. Even from the distance, he could still see details from him, with blue misty eyes and a long pair of eyelashes overshadowing his lidded pupils. His golden skin seemed to be shining, long arms swinging by his sides. Under the headscarf, his black midnight curls curled around his ears and the nape of his neck.