where: a street corner in London
who: Markus ( @pxlxrize )
Marina thanked the street vendor, dropped a tip into his jar, and turned away from him as she took a bite of her greasy schwarma. She had less than half an hour to enjoy lunch before she had to get back to work; she was going to make the most of it with the worst possible food she could put in her body. She felt grease drip down her fingers as she began to stride back in the direction of the old age home. Hurriedly, she stuffed a napkin between her fingers to mop up the mess.
She was so focused on taking careful bites of her lunch that she forgot to watch where she was going - and ended up colliding rather spectacularly with a taller man. She let out a grunt of surprise and her head snapped up, mouth already open to apologise - and she froze.
It had been years. Too many years. But she’d know those eyes anywhere. Yes, they were staring out at her from a much older face. But it was him. She knew it was.
“Markus,” her voice hitched on a suppressed sob. Her lunch fell to the pavement, forgotten.
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