The man stares entranced at the woman in the stall he's watching. She's so different from those that always surround him. She's a natural beauty. The smile she gives to her customers is reserved but real. 

She's like a candle in the darkness that surrounds him. He wants her. 

"Boss? Here's the information you wanted." The man tenses as his man hands him a folder. It is far larger than he had expected. Most of the people he has background done on only have a few sheets of information on them.

He takes the folder eagerly. "Eva Chesterton, age 20." He reads the stats he wants. No criminal record, but he knows that doesn't necessarily mean she isn't, just that she hasn't been caught. He should know. Huh, there's a warrant out for her parents arrest but he doesn't read why. Getting the information he wanted he closes the file. He will hopefully hear why her file is so thick from her.

He hands the file back to his man, who takes it rather clumsily as he wasn't expecting it to be thrust into his arms. He ignores the sigh of relief from his man as he walks forward. He's been watching her long enough. It's time to introduce himself and ask her out.

As he moves forward through the crowded walkways he doesn't realize that his walk is more like that of a predator stalking towards his prey. Those around him nervously shift out of his way subconsciously recognizing him as the predator and not wanting to get in the way of his hunt.

He stands in front of the stall where Eva works and waits for her to notice him. It takes a few moments since she is helping another customer. He absently notes the subtle tightness in Eva's shoulders that denote a tension. He wonders why? She appears to be happily helping her current customer.

So lost in his thoughts he only barely manages to not jump when her soft voice asks, "How can I help you sir?"

Brought back to his current surroundings he is more than a little flustered by her soft welcoming voice. He had seen her from a distance, but hadn't heard her voice before. He's never had a females voice affect him like that. Plenty have made his stomach roil, his teeth ache or give him a headache, but never has a voice caused him to relax before.

On Eva's part she waits patiently for the man before her to speak. She had noticed that he had seemed to startle when she spoke to him. She hadn't meant to startle him. She gives him a once over and hides her reaction to the man.

The man finally speaks to her and she pays close attention to him. This is so out of the normal that Eva is both intrigued and frightened.

"I had heard some of my workers talking about homemade beauty products that their significant others love. They said that the soaps worked better than flowers, chocolates or even fancy dinners at getting them out of the dog house when they had fights. I had to come down here and find out if the soap is as good as they claim it is." Tristan says to the woman in front of him waiting patiently for his reply.

Eva smiles in delight. Her boss will be thrilled at hearing those words. Eva knows that her boss wishes her products to do more than just supplement her other job earnings. 

"Your coworkers said that?" Eva asks and the laughter in her voice entrances the man.

"Mm, yes, except they aren't my coworkers, they are my employees. My name is Tristan." Tristan gives the female a warm smile.

He watches hoping that she will respond in kind and relaxes even more when she does.

"My name is Eva. Did they say which of the beauty soaps their significant other preferred?" Eva moves to a different part of the stall and Tristan like a moth follows her flame.

He snorts inside himself at the comparison. She is like a flame in his dark world and he knows that he could be burnt by her. But in her case, it's more like she will be overcome by his dark world. If he wasn't so strongly pulled to her he would leave her to live her life in peace, but there is just something about her that he can't leave.

"No, they just mentioned soap." Tristan is more than a little confused. He's never had to shop before, he was born to money and the servants have always done that. It's the first time he'd ever been in the market. He'd been to high end boutiques but never outdoor stalls. They'd never even registered on him before.

Eva smiles gently at the man. She's already noted the clothes and accessories that Tristan wears. That, along with the aura of power that he wears like most people wear perfume, cologne or after shave tells her that he's no regular customer.

Not to mention he's as good looking as sin. His dark brown hair with just a touch of wave, kept too short to give more than just a hint. His piercing and cool eyes, the color she couldn't decide on since it kept changing from one color to another. She hadn't missed the dangerous hint of his aura either.

The one that is reinforced by the two hidden guns that he carries.

She is sure that females fall over themselves to be near that man.

She should be terrified of him, especially since she has a hard time trusting anyone and has yet to find someone she can fully trust. But she isn't. She doesn't understand it.

This Tristan is trouble, he's danger. Not just physically. He is dressed in an expensive suit so she can't determine just how his body looks, but she can imagine that he's well made. His sharp cut features...well it seems that she's not as impervious as she had always thought herself to be.

When another man comes up to Tristan that is almost as good looking and with an aura just as powerful as Tristan's she takes a step back shocked.

Never has she found one, but now there's two. What the hell is going on here?

She notices her friend Tania motioning her and so she excuses herself from the two men quietly talking and goes to her friend.

Tania pulls her to the side and hisses, "Do you know who that is you were talking to?"

"No, he said his name is Tristan." Eva replies extracting herself from her friend's hand.

Her friends rolls her eyes at Eva's ignorance. "Tristan? That's all he told you?" Tania demands and at Eva's nod she shuts up for a second.

"Tania, out with it." Eva demands, she doesn't like it when people hide things from her. Especially when it could affect her life. She suspects from the way Tania is acting that it could.

"That's Tristan Wederer.  You know, owner of the Wederer conglomeration and owner of the city." Tania hisses out in exasperation.

Eva stiffens. Tristan owns almost all the land and a good many of the businesses in their city. He's not just wealthy, he's from the stratosphere elite. Just what the hell is he doing here?

Eva tells her friend that she has a customer and then notices one of her own as Tania leaves back to her own stall.

Once Eva deals with the customer she returns to Tristan. She's actually more than a bit shocked that he's still here.

"Sir, have you made your decision?" Eva asks with more deference than she had before. Tristan could have her boss lose her license to sell if Eva pisses Tristan off.

"Tristan, please, Eva. There's no need for formality." The man that had come up to Tristan looks at him showing his surprise for just a second before his face once more is a mask.

Eva hides her own nervousness and just nods. "Very well, Tristan, have you decided which of the soaps you would like?" Eva doubts that he's really there to purchase any soap.

"Will you go to lunch with me?"