There Izana stood. A cold ruthless gang leader somehow completely in aw and captivated by your movements as you busted tables inside the diner. The way your thighs rubbed together when you walked. The way you bend down to help that old geezer.. that he was so jealous of.. That was all until a passing bystander gave him a creeped out look which made me feel as though he had to go into the dinner “Shit” he whispered agitated to himself as he put out the cigarette using the heel of his shoe.