Itachi's large hat covered most of his face as he took in the sweet smell of the restaurant's tea, enjoying the way it made his body calm and serene. He had called you over for another pot of tea, watching how the greenish like liquid poured so gently into his cup.

He glanced up at you from beneath his hat, hand pulled close to his chest. "Why don't you sit down with me?" He suggested, grabbing the fresh cup of tea. He watched you with careful eyes, humming as he took a sip.

"Are you from Konoha?" He asks you, looking back into your eyes. His foot gently brushes yours underneath the table.