Exactly an hour had passed since their exchange on the message board, and a dark haired man stepped into the cafe. Certainly different from the rest of the citizens of Paixao--dark hair, dark eyes, a modern business suit and glasses, a man obviously of Japanese descent, he was the perfect picture of a business man--he knew he was somewhat of a target to whoever had been searching for him, provided they were what they claimed to be and knew what to look for.
A bit nervous, it didn't show on his face much, but he did seem a bit tense. Who wouldn't be, in a city like this? Now that he was here, however, he wasn't sure what to do, which left him standing at the door looking around slowly--Teru's usually pleasant face had a heavy, serious brow now. He was, of course, putting on his 'typical prosecutor' face--oftentimes, the elder lawyers in his firm had a hard time taking a handsome, young face like his seriously, but he did have quite an intimidating stare about him when he wanted to.
A slow breath in, he pressed his arm closer to his side unconsciously; there, his death note was hidden. Eyes continuing to scan, he looked with that ominous expression, searching for something other than the blank spaces above all the heads of the citizens of Paixao--he could spot people who were foreign to this place with just a look above their heads, now, after all--and he finally settled on...
Yagami Raito? Japanese. Lifespan... ah..
That must have been him.
Suddenly a bit more confident, Teru cleared his throat as he approached the man sitting casually back with his coffee. He paused a moment, then spoke, "It is you."
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A bit nervous, it didn't show on his face much, but he did seem a bit tense. Who wouldn't be, in a city like this? Now that he was here, however, he wasn't sure what to do, which left him standing at the door looking around slowly--Teru's usually pleasant face had a heavy, serious brow now. He was, of course, putting on his 'typical prosecutor' face--oftentimes, the elder lawyers in his firm had a hard time taking a handsome, young face like his seriously, but he did have quite an intimidating stare about him when he wanted to.
A slow breath in, he pressed his arm closer to his side unconsciously; there, his death note was hidden. Eyes continuing to scan, he looked with that ominous expression, searching for something other than the blank spaces above all the heads of the citizens of Paixao--he could spot people who were foreign to this place with just a look above their heads, now, after all--and he finally settled on...
Yagami Raito? Japanese. Lifespan... ah..
That must have been him.
Suddenly a bit more confident, Teru cleared his throat as he approached the man sitting casually back with his coffee. He paused a moment, then spoke, "It is you."