He'd ended up out here around an hour early. Ezio was just the kind of Sim that liked to be early rather than late, especially for things that were somehow important. It wasn't like he was only interested in Cassandra because she was a Goth - admittedly, there was a little bit of that, primarily because someone eventually might think to start piddling around with either one of the Goth children. So far, they'd remained relatively safe, likely mostly thanks to Bella and Mortimer's actions and decisions. Now that at least one of them was old enough to make her own choices and do her own things, that protection waned somewhat, and there were plenty in Magic Realm that would be very interested in getting very friendly with Cassandra.
And she was young, and maybe a little more naive than she'd like to believe, and damn if he didn't have a bleeding heart or seven. One day, he was going to be the death of him. Yes he was. Hey, if he went down killing Aine or something, he was okay with that.
Ezio had settled down to one side by the water, leaning against the low wall by the stairs and trying so very hard not to think too much about depressing things. It was hard sometimes. He wondered what kinds of things she was interested in. Obviously art. Ezio was a mere observer, he didn't create his own, which was probably kind of strange. He had ideas from time to time, but the frustration of getting things from his head onto paper or canvas, as the case may be, it'd eventually become too much and he'd stopped trying. It was something wrong with him. He was a creative genius, but he was creative and a genius in highly unconventional and strange ways. Like, he could get real damn creative about killing a guy, that was for sure, but something told him maybe that wasn't a good conversation topic. At least, not in public, and perhaps he shouldn't be putting ideas in her head.
With any luck, he'd be less awkward this time around. He pulled his phone out, checking the time. Eh, still kind of early. Well, waiting certainly wasn't the worst thing he'd ever done with his time.