He pursed his lips after pulling the lollipop free of his mouth. The coppery taste of the bloodpop had him licking his lips before placing it back in his mouth and tonguing it to one side of his cheek. He seemed to stand there for what seemed like forever, saying nothing and merely staring at the blonde behind his sunglasses.
Finally, just before she would leave he cocked his head to the right and said, "why do you look so sad? I have not seen eyes as sad as these in such a long time."
Perceptive, maybe, or he just liked staring at people. Liked drinking in everything about them including the smallest expressions that crossed their countenance. He had recognized her almost at once as well. After all, he was at that world cup.