The one time she had hoped for a quiet time of relief, she had quickly found herself intruded upon. At the very least as she rested in the corner of the dimly lit restaurant, twirling her glass, the clearly younger men didn’t seem to recognize her. While it began as a relief, it soon turned to a frustration. One in particular seemed distracted from his group’s immature conversation, eyes wandering occasionally over to the songstress. She never met his, though did catch him repeatedly. She didn’t say a thing, only pouting a bit as her alone time had been cut off abruptly.
Fortunately, even as his distraction nagged on and on, she kept herself distant even as she eavesdropped. It was obviously a man’s conversation, crude comments dropped left and right. He seemed withdrawn from it at the least, though she had come to doubt it was of his own volition, and more just a nagging feeling in his mind. Regardless, his friends soon began to leave, one by one, eventually leaving only him. As the waiter filled her glass one last time, she glanced over to him lazily.
“You’re staring.” She stated it outright, rather plainly at that. Her chin in her free hand, she had glanced up at him for just a fleeting moment.
Luckily, he had made a few friends here so far. Some called them NPCs, while in his eyes, they seemed just as normal as he did. Of course, things were weird for him still. Strange things were happening in this city and on the inside, he felt a great discomfort. He wanted to avoid that, if anything, and decided ti go along with his new gang, in hopes of getting is mind off of things.
They decided on a small cafe, in hopes it wasn’t too crowded. Fortunately enough, there weren’t many there, which gave the blue haired boy some kind of relief. He could finally relax, for the first time in ever, and be with others. It was a simple thought, but it put him to ease.
The conversation started off decently, although after a moment, his attention was elsewhere. There was a woman, off on her own. She was...something. He couldn’t call her cute or anything - it was super childish. Beautiful? No, that was too serous.
His friends were on and on about her - he felt embarrassed almost, hearing the others talk about her the way they did. He would’ve joined in in a heartbeat, but something told him to just chuckle and go along with it. To his relief, they began to leave, one by one. Maybe he could finally leave.
But he was an idiot - he decided to stay behind, maybe get a better look at the other. Maybe he’d make a move. That would be easy - hopefully. He clears his throat and reaches down, fixing his tie.
Before he could rise from his seat, she spoke.
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