@excessum
As she had done for many nights since moving to the apartment, Dawa sat on the sidewalk at the entrance of the building. For hours, the woman watched the movement on the street, enjoying the night. The sight of a familiar figure approaching, though, made her hesitate. Even though it wasn’t rare for her to see Dino during this time, it still felt uneasy to cross paths with him. He seemed to be quite fond of alcohol - and drunk men were the same in any side of the world. Keeping her eyes on him, Dawa stood up and took a few steps away from the door, hoping the man was sober and would just go to his room.
It’s not often that Dino is sober in general, but it’s much less likely on a Wednesday night around midnight. He trusts his bartenders to take care of the bar on their own, so he’s heading in for a relatively early night, cigarette in one hand and brown-bagged wine bottle in the other. He spots Dawa, and although they haven’t always gotten on in the past, his drunken and sociable mind suggests he shouldn’t hesitate to approach her. ❝ Ayy Dawa, what’re you doin’ out at this hour? ❞
