Continued from [x] with @fightingthetides
Since Ravein did not move from his place after she had waved to him, Nunnally assumed he was not interested to interact with her. As sad as it did make her, she was sure she would accept his decision and wouldn't invade his personal space. Nunnally didn't look in his direction anymore; instead she sat on the bench, her arms hugging her legs, she looked at the park and people passing by. Trying to imagine who they were. A funny thought suddenly hit her that they also might be looking at them. At Nunnally and Ravein. But none of them would have an idea of who they were. The former assassin and the mafia princess. They did not look for who they were. These names that life had given to them seemed like a title of a book (definitely a romantic novel). Or perhaps a movie. But not the reality. Right? Reality was not that ridiculous. But it was a reality and nothing could ever be done about it.
Deep in her thoughts, she didn't notice when her phone started to buzz when the message arrived. It only took another buzz (and another message; a lucky coincidence) to make Nunnally look at her phone. Her lips turned into a bright smile when she read the message from Ravein. But again she did not look in his direction. Her gaze locked at the screen she was trying to figure out if she knew the address. And if she’d be able to get there in about 25 minutes that were left. She knew – more or less – the area, but the actual address did not tell her much. She did not want to actually google it…it would leave some traces in her phone. Nunnally started to be really cautious about Ravein. Perhaps even paranoid? She could not tell, but in his situation, it’s better to overreact. At least that was what she agreed with herself and decided to follow as her personal rule. There was no-one who knew about her and Ravein (perhaps apart from Roberto), but he was not here and he did not know what she she was doing and how she was behaving. She was on her own.
When finally she looked at the bench, where Ravein had been sitting just a few moments ago, there was already no-one there. He probably went to their meeting place. The girl considered switching off her phone, but that probably was not the best idea. Perhaps he’d send her new directions? Change the meeting place? Paranoid! She was becoming paranoid. A bit perhaps but that was good paranoid? Right? She stood up and started to walk slowly out of the park. In the opposite direction than she expected Ravein to walk away. (“Nunnally stop it”) – she scolded herself internally – (“But I am just worried about a friend.”) – she replied to herself. As no matter the whole situation, the tensions and the misunderstanding, Nunnally considered Raven a friend. And someone she should protect.
It was not such a long walk. Ravein seemed to choose a place that Nunnally was able to get in time. Even if she was slow and her sense of directions was not the best. She got there just before the suggested time. She was not really sure what to do. The place looked abandoned. The door to the shop (but was it a shop) was locked. She probably should not wait there for too long as that would draw an unwanted attention to her. Even if there seemed to be no-one around. Neither she wanted to call his name or to look for him too intensively. She knelt to tie her shoe laces. She was just on time. If he was there, he’d probably approach her. Or perhaps she’d get another text. She just needed to be patient.
