"You sing well." From about five feet away stood a small, dark haired boy. His ice blue eyes were watching her with intelligence far surpassing his perhaps five years of age. The way he held his body, the way he looked, it gave a creepy sense about him.
But then his features shifted, into an adorable baby smile, and he tilted his head to the side.
"My mom likes to sing too. But she won't do it when other people are around." He told her, taking a small step towards her.
The child wore jeans and a navy blue t-shirt. He appeared normal, except for the way his eyes seemed to take in everything around them. As well as the fact that for a kid just out of toddler hood, he spoke amazingly well. He bent at the waist, a sort of bow towards her, as a way of greeting.
"My apologies Signora, had you not wanted anyone to hear, but I am drawn to music. I like it."