The praises of such a thing resonated from her memory, but they held no significance right now. Thus, she merely replied with, ”so I have heard” and left it at that. Usually, Jinx would layer her facade and deny that there was nothing interesting, that she was nothing interesting and paint herself as another boring mundane that plagued this concrete jungle. However, she was — and had been for quite some time now — intrigued by the male. Thus, she chose to elaborate her answer; a sigh escaped her rouge lips. “I’m always looking for something. Whether it is of great importance or not is the varying factor.” Her dark eyes met his. “And I am more often than not, left disappointed.”
If her dispassionate reply ought to have discourage him, it did not. He was rarely phased by people’s reactions—especially not the ones faint of colour. Besides, he was rewarded with more words as she sighed, and spoke again, words leaving her lips and finding his attention. “… You must be looking for something rare to find, then, miss”, he said, with a quiet curiosity in his voice as he met her eyes with his own. Pale as the moon, they were, so unlike the dark colour he had been once born with. “When it does not disappoint you, what kind of things are you finding?” he asked, hoping she might feel like sharing, and give him an idea of what she might be looking for. Perhaps it was nothing at all, but the things which were found when looking for nothing in specific could speak volumes in themselves.