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Matt was a gentle soul who lived alone without companion. Especially not from a girl from one of his failed relationships. He was walking down the street with a messenger bag swaying at his side and a pink and white box in one hand. He was careful not to tip it. Inside were a dozen of perfectly made sugar-coated cream puff swans, ready to be delivered to one of his friends to share with his staff.

He had left work early to get here before the work-rush and made it in almost 6 minutes flat. He puffed out air as he lifted his sleeve carefully and peered at his watch. He was right on schedule and headed off on his way but then... ring...ring... He slipped his cell phone out of his pocket and answered it. It was his friend's nostalgic voice that came over and told him that the Swans were un-needed...

'Oh. okay. It's fine. I'll bring these back to the bakery then.' he said over the phone sadly. He got a thanks and then the dial tone. He pressed 'end' and pushed it back in his pocket. What in the world was he going to do with 12 cream puff swans?

At the sudden approach, the dark haired man took a step back and pushes his glasses up slightly. He cleared his throat and smiled kindly at the woman. "I'm sorry, I can't accept this." He said as he pushed her candy back to her. Ever since he was a little kid, he was raised in a paranoid family and taught not to take food from strangers or else they might abduct him and hurt him with lit cigarettes and blunt metal objects. It didn't matter if it was tempting to take or the person giving it to him was innocent looking... There could've been drugs in that candy! Even though the person giving it to him was a kind looking woman who had good intents.

Contradictory to that, he was also taught to share with others. And right now, he had a dozen beautifully piped soy-cream swans in his hands. He was lactose intolerant and had to use Soy products for his pastries. Surely he could spare a few of them before they turned bad. He had already paid for them when he left the Bakery and couldn't eat all of them by himself. "Would you care for a pastry, though?" he asked her politely. "The guy who I was giving them to ditched me with them." He said with a nervous chuckle and a hand on his floppy looking black hair.

He looked at her with an odd expression as she looked at him and the way he looked. He wasn't the manliest man you could possibly find, but he thought he was okay to be a man of 180cm. "uh... let's sit down there, Lena." He said pointing a finger to the fountain that spewed out water in the middle of the plaza. "My name's Matt by the way." He said as he took a step towards the fountain with the pink and white box resting on his two hands. It would give him a chance to rest his feet as well as get Lena a swan without having the rest of the fall and break.

He stepped close enough to plop himself down onto a dry area of the fountain's edge. He set the box on his lap and opened it up. "here." He said as he patted the fountain edge next to him, signalling to her for her to come and take a seat. Well, if she wanted to of course.

Lena promptly sat sown next to him. He had food, she'd sit on a rotting log if he told her to. Raccoonlike, she snatched a cream puff and popped it in her mouth, eyes widening. "Mmmm! Ish ish ood!" she informed him with her mouth full.

Having gradually cultivated a keen sense of when people were watching her for fear they would come over and say she looked an awful lot like someone on the inside of a book jacket they had seen before, the novelist spun around. There, the blonde one was watching her from afar. Swallowing the cream puff nervously, she twitched her leg and scooched to the other side of the pastry chef to be less visible. "Uh..." What was his name again? Was it important? Nah. "Is that woman looking at us?" Realizing that she sounded wretchedly paranoid, she tried to look as nonchalant about it as possible.

OOC: this may very well be the only rp I have without a love interest XD I may be able to scrounge up some posts here

BIC: >>Amongst the hustle and bustle of city life, a speck of red stood out amongst the tide of people. It was said only 4% of the worlds population were redheads, naturally at least, for it was a recessive gene. Not that she ever gave thought about it. Even without the flaming red locks that fell in waves to her shoulderblades, the female would still manage to get the occasional odd look. She wasn't famous. Or wealthy. In fact, she was rather far from both, traveling the world with nothing but a bag of money and the soft blue dress she wore. No shoes. Never needed them, though there were a few stores she wasn't permitted into. But she was unmistakably, undeniably, beautiful beyond belief. A beauty only rarely caught in magazines and movies, soft and delicate. But the lack of makeup, cute clothes, accessory bags, and designers shoes typically threw most people off. This little red dot on the city just so happened to be at an ice cream truck, getting herself a drumstick. For free. Again. At the fee of course of behing hit on by the modern teenage male, freckled with achne with natural grease in his hair. Offering one last shy smile, as she herself would never admit her beauty, she waved to him and scurried off to the one thing that held any resemblance of beautiful. The water fountain. Only to her dismay it already had a few people crowded around it. Maybe if she sat on the other side of the fountain of the blond with swans, near the very edge, no one would bother her. She bit into her drumstick as she attempted to slip in unseen. Good luck, little red dot<<

>>If 'Lady Burgundy' only knew the thoughts of her feminine watcher, she'd be the one entranced by her. Afterall, no one had ever thought her sickeningly beautiful before. Goddess, model, an angel...She knew herself to be attractive but she never paid it any mind. Once she became old it would be gone anyway. The thought of someone actually getting sick because she was pretty would astound her. But the red haired female remained blissfully unaware as she licked a bit of vanilla icecream off the corner of her rose colored upper lip. Sending a man walking into a telephone pole from staring. She crossed her legs as she slowly became aware of another set of eyes on her. But the feeling didn't immediately dissapate. Clear aqua eyes flicked to the side to see the woman sitting not to far off from her on the fountain<< So much for sliding in unnoticed.

Outside on the streets, Matt looked around for the lady that he saw before. She was gone as if her existence was wiped off the face of this earth! He shrugged to himself as he walked back over to the fountain that spewed water that was clear to the bottom with the exception of pennies and nickels that sat stationary at the bottom of it. He sat back down next to Lena. "She disappeared!" Matt said a bit anxiously. He wondered to himself if he had scared her out of her wits. It's not really normal to be a man running towards a woman (who is a stranger) with a box of pastries.

"Want another one?" he asked. They were melting faster and faster by the second, and he couldn't do much about it rather than eat them. But he couldn't have possibly eaten almost a dozen cream puff swans. The sky outside was still blue with small traces of clouds now. It made him smile inside to know that it was a nice day to be sitting outside on the rim of a fountain.