"Celty! So nice to see you!" Izaya grinned enthusiastically, raising his arms.
[Why did you call me here, Izaya?] The woman in black with a yellow helmet typed on her communicator.
"Well, it's fun to know that the headless rider will appear when I call for her," he smirked. Celty put her hand on her hip and tilted her head. Izaya's smile faltered. She always seemed to put a damper on his fun.
"I want you to go to this location in about an hour," he spoke seriously, getting to the point. At the same time, he handed over a folded piece of paper.
[And...?] Celty clicked on her keyboard.
"And wait. You'll know what to do when the time is right. Pretty easy job, huh?"
Izaya grinned again, satisfied once Celty had stored the paper within her mysterious Dullahan smoke.
Turning around, he began to slowly walk away, and tossed a small bag over his shoulder. Celty caught it with ease, and felt the money inside.
"Nice doing business with you," Izaya waved, but didn't bother to turn around to see her response. What she couldn't see was his pronounced smirk stretched across his face.