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Olga was one of those college girls that frequented the 7-11 for their late snacks. Luckily (or unluckily, depending on who you asked) she wasn't drunk. Nope. Just a late case of the munchies. She stepped out of the sliding doors, sipping on a carton of melon milk (how ever an American 7-11 managed to get a drink that was popular in Hong Kong was beyond her, but she wasn't complaining) when she caught something out of the corner of her eye. Olga glanced, straw tucked in the corner of her mouth as she took a sip, looked back forward---and then something clicked.

She spitted, the gulp of melon milk spraying out her mouth and nose in a light spray as her head snapped back to the young man on the bench. She froze, her drink dripping out of her nose and from her lips.

That uniform looked awfully similar to that one weird vampire? guy who drained her energy that one night. This guy even had a hat too...and while it obviously wasn't the same guy, and not the exact same uniform...there was enough of a similarity to make her wary---and curious.

But it totally wasn't weird she had frozen and was just outright oogling him, right?

Yanno...she was kind of starting to think he might have been cute in a wanna be bad boy way but then he opened his mouth...and he definitely fit some kind of character archetype! She couldn't put her thumb on it yet but she would! Eventually.

He definitely wasn't as smooth, sauve or as hot as that other uniformed dude though.

Olga wiped her mouth and nose with the back of her hand, and then sucked down the rest of her melon milk until it was empty. She crushed the carton in her hand, dumped it into her messenger bag, and then took out her Polaroid camera. She snapped a photo of him, a flash illuminating Pyro briefly as the photo slid out and waited to be plucked.

"Yeah, you're right." She grinned.

Olga used that whole two inches she had on him, the photo between her fingers and held high above her head. Despite having the photo raised above her head, she did step back from him, still wary of people in those dark military looking uniforms. The last time she got touched by one it got...her energy drained or something.

"Uh, yeah, it was!" She replied. "You said 'take a picture, it'll last longer', so I did!"

Olga continued to dangle the photo just out of his reached, and then laughed. "Why? Do you turn into the Hulk?" She grinned. "Also, guy, are you threatening me?"

She raised her other hand, and jabbed her thumb behind her at the 7-11. "You do realize we're right in front of the doors? We're on camera...and if I were to scream right now, it'd look really bad for you!" Her grin widened. "I definitely look the part of a poor and innocent young girl, and you look like--well...some kind of neat gang hoodlum---I think it's obvious whose side they'd be on, yeah?"

Oh hell no was right!

Olga let out a loud gasp, and immediately bolted away from the hand on her. The sudden action had her teetering a bit, already feeling the effects of that weird bad touch. "How about---no." Then Olga dashed back into the 7-11 and ducked behind one of the snack aisles, ignoring the odd look she was getting from the counter.

Olga was peeking around some cheetohs when she watched him disappear into the dark.

Fudge.

And a whole bunch of other words.

Hrm. This wasn't good. This really wasn't good. She didn't doubt he was out there...LURKING still, which also meant she couldn't go home, because duh. Olga looked down at the developed photograph in her hand, and wondered if it was really worth keeping over the price of her safety...

...

Yeah it kinda was.

Good ol' stubborness.

But also because it begged the question of why that guy wanted it back so bad...apparently he didn't want that floating around? Why? Hrm...

Wait she had an idea. Olga pocketed the picture of the guy into her bag, and then snapped another photo, this time of the cheetohs. She plucked the photo out, and immediately put away her camera. Olga ran out of the store, and clutched the photo to her chest as she looked around warily, slowing to a walk.

You know...she was totally expecting him...but the intensity of which he jumped her with bad touch like some kind of cat sprung up on cat n** was...rather surprising.

"Hoooooooly MACKEREL!" She shrieked, surprise mixed with awe as her black eyes went wide and her hair stood on end briefly. Oh right. Her plan.

It was all too easy to throw the photo (of cheetohs) at him, and in hopes that he'd be distracted by the picture, she took off running in the opposite direction.