ββββββthe man had been following the ginger ever since the both had , by change has it , entered the same bus . immediately did she caught his eye , golden ones widening in shock at the mere sight of her presence , of simply sitting down in front of him . and no matter how hard he tried , he could not look away .
βββnor would he dare to , truthfully .
βββthe ginger had exited the machine exactly five steps before his one , though that did not stop him from leaving at the very last second , gaining a yell from the driver that barely could keep the doors open in time . even as the cold breeze embraced him once again ( it was always so during this time in paris ) , it took him quite a bit to actually begin to move after her .
βββhe had kept his distance from her , always right behind her step nevertheless βββ so focused on her entirely that he hadn't truly grasped at the fact that , like her , he was entering a cafe ; only noticing so at the smell of coffee being brewed and the pastries being made βββ and now , he was but a few inches from her , behind her on the queue .
βββit was . . . not quite the best move , no . after all , the professor had no reason to have want to enter such place ( though , the location was now marked in his mind ) , and he could feel his head race at . . . he doesn't even know how many miles per hour that would be .
βββhow is he to start up a conversation with what is essentially a complete stranger ? did she even have memories of her past ( the other times she appeared in his long , long life . . . she did not ) ? did he even want to start a conversation , if there were no memories intact within her ? he shakes his head , and just as he does , an opening is given to him :
βββjust as the woman he had just followed for the old gods to know how long dropped her wallet , he moves to grab it instead .
βββ"" i believe this is yours ? ""
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