(🐈) It was always unusual to see someone with blond hair, at least to Iza it was. Every other color was a shade of grey, not that he could be blamed for that. Although he did know a few people who had blond hair it was just interesting to see it because the person would always stick out from the crowd. 

He couldn’t help but stand by the streetlamp, before he was spinning around it and having a bit of fun in the late after noon and to see someone not to far in front of him made him feel curious. Although he quickly noticed it was a woman. Iza knew that most were nice but there would always be a sense of anxiety when he would see one but upon further inspection he wasn’t sure what she was doing and couldn’t help but wonder if she was a foreigner.