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“So they say.” mused the witch with a nod. Allegra hummed lightly to herself as she pondered on a response. “You know what? You have a good point there. When you put it that way, it’s usually a smile and a job well done. However, I’m guessing that’s not enough?” 

       He blew out air, laughing a bit at her comment. In his mind, it was a bit suggestive, but he decided to keep it to himself. “Well---” he started, licking his lips. “A good meal, a bottle of alcohol--- that’s probably not a good idea. There’s no happy ending at hospitals, are there?” he slipped, quick to retract that statement. “---Oh shit, sorry.. I... that was inappropriate. The uh.. Freudian slips usually kick in within at least, a month or two of meeting someone.”

When she noted the man seemed to be nervous, she easily felt her face change to a soft expression. “No, you’re fine. Sorry. I just had a really long day. Really though, you’re fine.” She told him, holding her hand out slightly as she gave a small smile.

         He sighed in relief, appreciating her apology, easing up a bit. He took her hand, giving it a shake. “Alright--- uhm, I’m David. Long days get the best of me too.”

When she noted the man seemed to be nervous, she easily felt her face change to a soft expression. “No, you’re fine. Sorry. I just had a really long day. Really though, you’re fine.” She told him, holding her hand out slightly as she gave a small smile.

         He sighed in relief, appreciating her apology, easing up a bit. He took her hand, giving it a shake. “Alright--- uhm, I’m David. Long days get the best of me too.”

          He snorted, at the horse comment. “Good one, a little mean, but good. Well, I can understand that. I kind of get a kick, knowing about the business. It’s... uh... I can’t quite explain it. I guess I’m just nosey. ”

Anya looked up at the stranger, feeling out of her element, haha, no not now this is serious. He was a stranger as far as her memory could be relied on, and he seemed genuine enough. She took a deep breath to calm herself, instantly regretting it because of the rancid smell. “ It looks bad right?” she gave a dry laugh, “ and it smells even worse! It’s ok though, you don’t have get your hands dirty, I’ll handle it.” She gave him a shy smile, quickly wiping the stuff off her hands and throwing away the discarded container. “That was nice of you, but you didn’t have to become a victim of the stank.”

      "You sure? ----I mean, it’s a pretty rancid stench, but I’ve dealt with rancid before. It’s all up to you, really. No shame in a helping hand.”

        He noticed the brunette from afar, and couldn’t help but sympathize with the mess. Walking over, he licked his lips, heaving a hopeful breath as he got closer. “---Uhm, sorry... I just.. it’s quite the mess you got. Do you.. need some help?”

“I could teach them about Picasso and they would suggest to me a toddler’s finger painting.” He huffed, shaking his head. “It’s as if they’ve lost all concept of taste. Where is the romance, violence and tale of human struggle in the writer of Gold Digger ??”

      “---Dude,” he managed to get out before letting his laughter get the best of him. “Just play some, ‘Jesus Walks’ or ‘Diamonds’ and pull some symbolism from there. If you can’t beat em’, join em.”

      The brunette’s voice peaked David’s interest, looking over as she held a phone in her hand talking about some ‘face’ that you, apparently, can’t say no to. “---Uh, sorry...” he apologized, appearing overly nosey. Though, it was David’s nature, to be poking his nose where it didn’t belong. “I’m nosey, and you were a little loud... so.”

         “---Oh,” he moved, shifting to the right. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get into the way of your--” pausing, he swallowed his words, not wanting to ignite any more fires. “---I’m just gonna shut up.”

         “---I think plenty would say that it’s not the best idea. And as a stock boy, at the age of thirty... let’s say its quite the struggle... financially. Doesn’t seem like you have much ambition.”

        “I asked my students today to offer suggestions of a modern poet who’s works can meet the stature of Shakespeare’s. Do you know what they said ?? Kanye. Kanye Fucking West.” 

       “----Kanye?!” he blurted out, bursting into a hearty laugh. “Gotta love kids these days.”

              “David,” She smiles, happy to see a familiar face. Her brows scrunch in the middle, confused. “Some type of way? - I guess so.“ Ridley gives a small shrug, shoulders digging into the dirt. "You’re out late. Don’t you know it’s dangerous for pretty boys to be out and about at this time?”

         He let out a chuckle, falling back onto the palms of his hands as he leaned back, supporting his own weight. “I was on the night shift at work, decided to take the long way home. ---Don’t you know it’s dangerous for pretty girls to be out and about at this time? Especially laying in the grass. Bugs love the night, you know.”

        David shrugged, chuckling. “They do, sometimes--- especially when it’s particularly hot and I can’t bother anything with sleeves. It’s not entertaining for you? I love it, ‘s the best part of the day to be honest. It’s like reality TV.”

“Close enough, it’s a daycare centre for all ages to be specific.” joked Allegra with a playful smile. “Well I’m a nurse at the medical centre and when dealing with kids, awarding them with the traditional lollipop for their bravery can have its ups and downs.”

        “Nurse? Wow, that’s quite the job.” David was impressed, more or less. Even though David couldn’t imagine himself in her shoes, he knew what kind of person it took to be a nurse. “Lolli’s huh? Kids get everything--- if I wanted one, it’d be deemed as... weird. I’d rather avoid that kind of look. What do you give adults? For their bravery?”