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WHO: Sıdıka (Turkey) and Andrei (Romania)
WHEN: Sunday night, the 23rd.
WHERE: At the park.
WHAT: What was supposed to be a late stroll in the park turns into a coincidental reunion.

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[5minutetheft]

Sunday night and the last place he'd want to be is home; he'd rather be in another girl's abode. However, he particularly felt lazy tonight and didn't spend so much effort to try pluck their flowers. Andrei left the club early because the DJ bumped up some annoying and techno music that gave him the worst of migraines. Doing himself a favor, ditched the girls and took a leisurely stroll down the sidewalk towards the direction of a park

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Her nose was beginning to feel numb from winter's chill. She moved her hands from her ears to protect her nose instead from the elements, but just before she could get even halfway there, a nearby voice made her jump. Jump straight to her feet defensively, ready to lash out at potential attackers, and eyes wide with poorly-disguised surprise. Just the smell of smoke reminded her of of the bar and perverts, guys she flirted with out of shallow amusement but avoided anywhere else for the sake of her own sanity. Sidika closed her fingers into fists; the advice he had given was unwelcome and very unappreciated.

A pause, and two blinks. He looked familiar. Sidika carefully rounded the bench, slow, like tiger stalking its prey until she was peering upwards distastefully at Andrei with her arms defiantly at her hips. It didn't take long for her eyes to narrow, realization hitting her, as her voice hissed mirthlessly, "You."

A strong jab in the chest emphasized nicely. "What're you doing here?"

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He watched the girl's reaction with mild amusement behind that indifferent expression. Andrei was as still as a sentinel as the livelier one of the two prowled around the bench. It seemed as if this was staged or something because boy, did she know how to overreact. He raised an inquisitive brow to the unexpected sharpness from her tone but nonetheless stared skeptically. Then he looked at her again, scrutinizing her features - especially her face.

Ah well shit.

Before he could really say anything, he was jabbed in the chest. His lips pursed, the one edge twitching for a second, in response to the notion. Frankly, being touched without his permission is one of his pet peeves. However, he dismissed it and then slipped the cigarette back between his lips. "Here for a walk. Why, I can't be here?" He replied absentmindedly as he folded his arms.

Averting his eyes elsewhere, he resumed with a small hint of a smirk, "Why are you out here all alone? Did someone just dump you here?"

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The indifference in his face annoyed her, and she wanted to shove him even harder as he merely looked on with apparent amusement. Was she doing something funny? Sidika scowled and put her hands in the pockets of her jacket, completely unimpressed with the height difference between them -- she hated being shorter than men (or boys in Andrei's case). And then the question he asked made her flinch.

"No, I didn't get dumped, dumbass." As if she's had anyone special in her life besides the perverts she danced for, and even then it can hardly be considered romantic when her relationship with them was to shake her ass really nice. Sidika frowned at Andrei for a moment, her eyes sharp and intense, scrutinizing his body language. There was no reason for an argument, even if their last crossing of paths ended up rather odd; some conspicuously missing Turkish artwork on her part, and a wallet on his. That is to say, he made off better than she did.

"I was having a peaceful moment. You," she pointed at him rudely, "... ruined it. And