Waiting...

Nakata shook his head fervently. He was glad that he could converse with her in japanese. It was often difficult to explain things to people who did not speak and understand it.
"Well for starters, you can tell me where you learned to speak Japanese. Additionally, how did you end up here? Perhaps even are you single?" He asked her with a narrowed look from his violet eyes. All three questions were bold from different angles, and while he had asked all three to get an idea on how to approach her. Three questions, four possible responses, he wondered what she would say or do and he sipped from the thermos just before taking a bite from his rice ball.

Reserved and refined, apparently she didn't like sharing personal information that involved her present.
"Why does anyone ever ask if someone is single. As for how you ended up here, not everyone gets put here like that. I was kidnapped, watched my father kill my mother, watched my father get killed by strangers, and was eventually tranquilized and brought here." He explained, his eyes suddenly becoming somewhat fierce for a moment. Still, his features softened after a moment and he flashed her a smile as he grabbed another piece of sushi and another sip of tea.

The conversation was going pretty well so far. He hadn't really considered enjoying lunch today, but a precog in his home economics class had warned him "make enough food for two today and be ready to share." That was all the kid had told him, but he had gotten enough to guess that it was probably going to happen around lunch time. The Haitian kid often came to him with some painting or another about something that didn't make any sense to him, but that happened later that day or that week even.
"You might have already answered my question with your retort, but, you are single right?" He said with a smile and after a few moments of silence.

Naka smiled at her answer. For all her "piss and vinegar," she seemed awfully reserved on the subject of her personal life. Strangely enough, one translation of "Naka" was "relationship" and while he knew that the kanji for his name did not indicate such a thing, he typically didn't spell the kanji for his name out (The kanji being "仲違い" meaning "discord"), so he figured he would use it as a pick up line.
"You know, one translation of 'Naka' is 'relationship.'" He said using another word to clarify what he meant in japanese.
"Are you normally this receptive? If so I don't know why you wouldn't have one already." He said. One thing typically left out of his reputation was his ability to flirt, an ability that typically did not get noticed because he didn't typically speak to people in Japanese. He figured it interesting the fact that he tended to get along with the outcasts and those that cordoned themselves from the rest of the student body despite being mildly popular himself.

Naka shook his head as she stood up to leave but he didn't stand up, and he took a sip of his tea before speaking.
"I didn't mean anything even remotely disrespectful. If you only see everything in black and white and you turn your back on people who honestly try to spend time with you, you'll fail. This world is already dark enough without needless hatred and mistaken feelings of trepidation and anger at words that, at least in this case, were meant as a compliment. He said all at once before taking yet another sip of tea and reaching for another rice ball. He said everything in a calm tone, never yelling, never showing anger at all. His words were sincere and he looked directly into her eyes as he said this but his smile had disappeared.
"There's more tea and you're welcome to seconds if you've changed your mind." He said, his smile reappearing though less so.

Nakata nodded to her and was happy for her to sit back down.
"I did make them, it's the only reason for me to take home economics class. Actually I purposely fail that particular class every year so that I can retake it and thus avoid school lunch. Thank you for enjoying them with me." He said sincerely. He was not the slightest bit put off and he was more surprised that she had returned to sit down and eat with him again than anything else. Still he was happy to have her company and was happy to be able to speak in his native language with someone at this school.
"I don't suppose you could teach me to speak English better?" He asked her earnestly.