Lunch Break [Open]

Her shopping was done...finally.

Muika let out a small breath as she walked through the streets of the city, a bit passed lunch now. She had the day off from work, and had decided to pick up a few things.

She'd needed new pens and pencils, overall she needed some new sketching supplies... and after she'd decided to stop by a candy store for some things. She'd gotten a few different things there...

After that, she'd stopped by a bookstore to look around at some things, buy a book or two that had caught her eye.

She came to a stop next to a nearby drink machine, feeling thirsty after not having anything for awhile. What to get...

If he surprised her or not was not really a concern of his. Actually, it never even crossed his mind. The thing was - he wanted something to drink. And while he had unlimited patience the girl in front of him was not exactly hurrying up. Actually, she did not seem to know what to want at all.

He knew what he did not want. What he did not enjoy was playing guessing games. And he was forced, right now, to do so - Was she going to grab something or was she just reading something? Taking a break? There were so many options.

And so, like always, Zeraphin simply did what he wanted.

His black cigarette was by now pressed between thin lips and a small coin rested between index and middle finger of his left hand. His right hand rested on the drink machine instead while his tall frame leaned over her small one.

The coin was inserted in the slot and with a metallic clirring it dropped down within.

He picked a bottle of water, but at least did not push Muika out of the way instantly. Instead he waited for her to sidestep.

Yes, in the end he had patience.

There were a lot of choose from, but...at least a few only caught her eye. She could choose...

!?

Before Muika had a chance to finish up deciding on what her drink of choice would be, her body tensed, her senses warning her just as the tall man inserted the coin into the machine.

She'd been standing here how long...?

Mm...

Feeling uncomfortable at the proximity, she stepped away, placing her own comfort above drinks for now.

"Sorry..." Her voice was audible, though somewhat low in volume; intimidation wasn't a problem, she just hadn't noticed the man in time and it'd set her on alert for a short moment.

At least she was able to keep herself composed...

Still, she'd given her necessary apology. She'd been standing there in the way and that was her fault.

"I have no use for useless 'sorries'." His voice was deep and smoky while his German accent remained heavy on his words.

His pale orange eyes did not look once at her. Actually, for the first few moments he did not even change position. Then he finally leaned down, quite a lot for a man his size, and turned his head to look at her. He blindly fetched that bottle of water.

"Sorry is an important word. You should not throw it around for everything passing by. If it is too often mentioned it loses meaning."

He straightened again, bottle still in his right hand while his left already pushed into the pocket of his black dress pants.

The aura around her was different.
He had only felt it once already.

So this was twice now?
The second person?

How horrible.

No use for useless sorries... Muika blinked, but her expression gave nothing away. Whether her sorry was taken or not didn't matter to her. She'd been standing in the way of people that already had made their decisions, so she'd felt one was necessary...with those circumstances.

Again though, she felt no loss at having the apology denied.

"Mm." Her usual sound was her answer to the accented man, her red eyes keeping contact with his pale orange for a moment or two before turning to the machine herself.

A tea, she'd just get a tea then...

The aura about the man was something she'd felt before, not his exactly, but... She could tell...