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She pulled her NIMBLE body through the window leading out of a crawl space not expecting anyone to have been standing in the alleyway when she did.   Alice blinked up at the stranger for a few seconds before pulling the rest of her bottom half out of the window and jumping to her feet.   Pale hands dusted off her clothes and then she held a finger to her lips.     ❛ Repeat after me, kid:  you didn’t see ANYTHING. ❜

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It was night time, possibly Crispin’s only favorite time of the day to be out in the open. Crispin always  felt a bit braver during these time, and the glow from the moon always made things feel more real like in his dreams, the good ones anyway. He was late, he was late to a thing he had planned with his best friend mainly the reason being because he was too busy admiring the moonlight to even pay attention to all the taxi’s that were stopping and passing him by - he probably had stood there for ten minutes with his arm raised out to signal the passing  vehicles that he needed a lift. It was more ridiculous to them of course when they’d stop and call out to him to get his attention only to have the time wasted , and wasted time they could not do cause time was money to people who drove these taxi’s. Crispin was basically daydreaming, stuck in his thoughts on the side of the rode not even bothering to notice he wasn’t alone until a girl appeared in the corner of his eyes clearing her throat in the same stance as he was. He doesn’t know how or why she was standing so close to him but he didn’t care he was now alert and looking for the next arriving car. He spotted it only a few feet away.

During the time of his daydreaming he hadn’t known the girl had signaled this specific taxi down and once it arrived she had started for it but him, with his long arms beat her to it, which completely and he hoped even for a second left her in shock. To him she was stealing his ride at first,  it wasn’t until he heard her speak as he slid into the car that he realized what he had done. Sighing to himself not really wanting to be an asshole like he normally would he looked back at the lady to say something, and like always his stuttering followed suit as it did with all females. He just didn’t know how to speak to them.

“ Y-You can join me and s-split the fee or no… I’ll pay for it. It’s just i-i’m really late and need this. ” with a sincere look on his face he still doesn’t look at her, he really just had hoped she’d understand so that no more time was wasted on his part. 

She stood late again. Ever since her ankle incident Rowen had been trying to make up for time lost. Sure her ankle hadn’t broken, the sprain not impairing her - just left her sore for some time. Having to stay off of it for a few weeks almost two unbearable months, because ‘Doctor’s Orders’ and the insisting of all her friends and co-workers had felt like a terrible waste of time. Action was how she functioned. Her ankle had given her no choice for far too long but now that it was better and she could freely dance on it, she was driven to scare off the softness her body had adapted in those weeks. She did what exercises she could during that time that didn’t include her ankle’s cooperation but not practising had left her feeling like she lost her edge.  The result was staying in her studio well past the hour everyone else left almost daily just like today. The sun no longer casting a golden blanket into the studio through the large window.  The darkness signaling it was time to go home. 

Just the thought had weeded a bone-deep need to rest that had her so aware of how tired she was. After cleaning up and packing her things, Rowen was changed for the winter cold and out the building walking steadily. As steadily as her sore, overworked body would allow. Due to the recent snow she hadn’t brought her bike so cycling home was out of the question. Taking a taxi wasn’t desireable. Car deodorizers always made her incredibly nauseous but today she would have to stomach it. She just didn’t want to take a cramped train around people who sniffled and coughed. Taxi it is. 

Walking to the edge of the road Rowen had taken notice of a tall man just standing with his arm out. She watched as a taxi had rolled up to him, called to him with no response, and driven away. Several had followed suit and Rowen couldn’t help her curiosity that had her standing there long enough to witness each one. What helped glue her to the spot was the familiarity she felt towards him. Feeling the cold creep into her legs she figured it was time for her to stop being a creep and go home. She closed the distance so she could hail her own taxi, just steps away from him because as she got closer she knew she knew him. He knew her but was in such a daze he seemed absolutely unaware of that fact as he suddenly seemed more animated in getting a car to stop for him. His lack of recognition towards her kept her from saying anything - she wasn’t going to bother him if he wished to be alone. So she waved an approaching taxi down. Once it stopped she was intercepted as the tall male had helped himself to her ride. Childishly she called to him, making sure she could clearly tell him you’re sitting in my taxi bub. Before the words actually leave her lips she corrected, “What did you have to go and do a thing like that for?” However, his response was unexpected, he acted like she was a total stranger and a pitiful part of her felt it like a knife in her gut. Stupid. Sensitive. She opted to quietly slip in and closed the door before looking up at him and bravely, steadily voice her objection. “We’ll split it. I wouldn’t want to be too much of a bother.” Maybe he’d recognize her from that. She had a habit of saying it when she worried over him.