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  She shrugged looking up at him "Actually, I was looking for something to do, and to my misfortune, I didn't so I have nothing to do."

"Nothing at all? That's a shame, miss, a real shame." Alex tutted softly and shook his head, a smile coming over his face again. "I always find entertainment in my droogs -- that's my friends, if you please -- but I'm afraid they're off and away somewhere, leaving me all on my own."

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  "I know but I hope your intentions are good" she said looking up at him as she walked. She would smile when she heard his accent because, let's face it. She was a sucker for them

"Of course, of course!" Alex would have tipped the brim of his hat to her, had he been wearing it. He missed it suddenly, and couldn't wait to  meet up with his droogs tonight. Perhaps they could target this little pretty instead of their usual random pick of devotchkas. "Tell me, what brings thee out so late? Midnight stroll?"

  She smiled wide as she nodded hooking her arm on his and walked with him. "I live a couple of blocks away if you don't mind the walk." She said softly as she looked up at him

Alex was quite glad she trusted him so much. It would have made things quite difficult, had she not. "Not at all, not at all," he assured her in his thick accent, grateful for the arm in his own. In the back of his mind, he imagined what it would be like to have her on the floor, or over a countertop, and wondered just how open she was to the more casual side of the old in-out, in-out. "Quite trusting of a stranger like myself, miss, if you don't mind me saying so." There. Playing the gentleman. 

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+just-call-me-lydia-martin entered the milk bar

  She smiled up at him and spoke softly “The name is Lydia. Lydia Martin.” She offered her hand

And a friendly one too! One that didn't immediately run away at the sight of him. Likely hadn't heard the news about the recent break-ins, then, or else just didn't care. He gave a dramatic bow, taking her hand firmly. "Alex DeLarge, if it pleases thee," he said, then stood straight again. "Rather a lonely road for a molodoy devotchka like yourself to be wandering all oddy-knocky," he said, feigning concern. "Mind if me humble self walks you home, miss Lydia Martin?"

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