An odd encounter

[ter_in_die]

WHO: Otto and Nico
WHEN: June 5th
WHERE: Liberty University, Gym
WHAT: A damsel in distress, a knight in tinfoil armed with 100% fruit smoothies.

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[5minutetheft]

Gymnastics. There is something pleasurable about this sport. Perhaps it is because of the poignant grace of freedom in every stride, every leap, and every flip. Nicoleta was under the impression that she could bend time as she gripped the high bar, unbeknownst that she was only a subject of gravity, momentum, and inertia.

She was definitely one of the better ones out of the bevy of girls. That was precisely one of the reasons the others did not like her very much. Other issues they have with her included her snarky and cold attitude, intimidating atmosphere, and the bodacious shape of her body that was embraced by her leotard. She sincerely wished people would stop judging her based off her ample chest.

As she performed a backflip, for a fleeting moment, she saw a man staring at them from behind a glass wall. Actually--no---nearly everyone saw him. He was in the middle of plain sight and even a five year old could point out this oddity

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He turned his head slowly in the direction of that voice, that accusing voice. And when his eyes were on her, they quickly - immediately - looked up. He looked at a spot just above her head and oh, isn't that an interesting scenery behind her, so much more interesting then what he would have found if he dared to look down. Even if the accusation in her voice was all made up in his head, his eyes twitched and his jaw clenched in a way that made him looked far too guilty to be normal. Luckily, his speech remained unaffected and he said, "... I'm sorry?"

He doesn't know why he bothered with denying it. He is such a horrible, horrible liar. He couldn't even lie to the most naive child if his life depended on it. He sighed and lowered his eyes, just to look back up again.

"I'm sorry." He swallowed hard, but that came out easier, "I-I was just. I was observing." Mentally, he smacked himself. Because making it sound scientific and detached is not going to help. It just made him sound like an even bigger creeper. His brain scrabbled for

[5minutetheft]

There was something about her eyes that would always give a scornful gleam. On an average day, she would wear enough make-up that would give the illusion of a a glare - a vibe that makes you question how nice she really is. However Nicoleta was in her natural radiance. Therefore the glow from her eyes appeared as if she was willing to actually give a shit.

In reality, she felt apathetic. Her appearance had almost nothing to do with her inner emotions. She did, though, raise a brow at his words in a suspecting manner. "Eh?"

Her eyes became half-lidded. "If you didn't run like that, maybe you wouldn't have to apologize." she said brusquely. "We get visitors often. It's fine." A little something about this man was endearing to her. It humored her so to see him all shaken up.

"Brilliant?" Nicoleta perked. The atmosphere shifted a bit around her. She then favored him with a small obscure smile. "Thanks. It's been a few years or so since the last time I was this serious. Was afraid I lost my touch over the years."

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At her smile, he smiled too, albeit a bit forced. Clearly, his distraction was a success. But her words stayed with him, and he mentally noted to not run away next time. He doesn't consider himself a coward; he can face the biggest and most insane of men, but give him an attractive company he is at a lost, his strategies for peaceful negotiation gone. He looked away, facing the smoothie shop and said, "I'm sorry," He apologies are also apparently endless when it comes to females, "I'll. I'll keep that in mind. But you were really good. I wouldn't have been able to tell you had taken years off."

And with honesty, he also smiled genuinely. A small but slight incline to tell of his appreciation of her art.

"Are you here for a drink as well?" Ever the gentlemen, he stepped aside for her and gestured for her to go ahead of him.