[It isn't unusual for Izabel to visit the coffee shop. It also isn't unusual for her to wake up there, retrieving her watch after spending a good minute clinging to Giorno and threatening with a smile to never let go, but eventually pulling away and floating through the wall to go out and explore the city for any new sights. Maybe she'd stop by the station, or the clinic, see if there are any more new arrivals that are also somehow related to the Joestars. It was easier to think that than admit, even to herself, that she was searching for someone she knows.
It's by chance that she glances up from her watch, where she'd been scrolling through messages, and it's good that the chain is hanging around her arm, because otherwise it would have clattered to the ground. She was older, obviously, but those horns, the hint of binding beneath her dress, and... Izabel squints.
Her eyes. Her eyes had always been so pretty.
Those were her eyes, weren't they?]
Ha -- [She breaks off, swallowing hard. What if she was wrong?] H-hey!
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It's by chance that she glances up from her watch, where she'd been scrolling through messages, and it's good that the chain is hanging around her arm, because otherwise it would have clattered to the ground. She was older, obviously, but those horns, the hint of binding beneath her dress, and... Izabel squints.
Her eyes. Her eyes had always been so pretty.
Those were her eyes, weren't they?]
Ha -- [She breaks off, swallowing hard. What if she was wrong?] H-hey!