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Noemi's hands came down against her chest, trying hard not to squirm at the disgusting feel of the liquid against her palms. She didn't know what was worse, wearing the drink or consistently spreading it across her body the more she tried to clean herself off. And to no avail – she was still wet and growing stickier as time passed. She had to look up at the talking head, now disheartened to stare at the all-white vans that were soiled. They had already been trampled on, but they were filthy by now. Okay, maybe she had been the idiot to wear them to a place like this in the first place, but in her defense, she was expecting to be singing her heart out to a band she wasn't so sure she hated. She just hated the member.<br/>
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Just when she had gotten over the pure anxiety of having to see them on stage no more, now she was dealing with pure annoyance. She was bumped into and furthermore felt the after splash of another drink being dropped out of his hands.<br/>
"Wow you have the shittiest lucky." Noemi's eyes looked up from his shoes, knowing he too would suffer the unfortunate wet sock problem. When he did finally lift her head up to spot him in the dark, she could faintly make out what seemed like a smile in his eyes. Either he was good at hiding the anger of not one, but two, expensive drinks being knocked out of his hand like true sociopath, or he just didn't care. Being high would fit the bill too, but unlike most of the others, he seemed to have his wits about himself.<br/>
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"I'll go with," she said. Wiping off amongst a crowd of people wasn't going to do them any good that was for certain. She trudged out, leading him even though he was much taller than her and likely better at pushing through the crowd. But Noemi wasn't exactly tiny and heart tattoos gave her a slightly more threatening appearance. Pair that with a New York attitude she had cultivated since arriving, just enough of a bitchy attitude, and she was able to get them into the open floor that led toward the drink line.<br/>
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"See if you can get a cup of . . ." She paused as she caught the white glow of his face under much better lighting. His name was on the tip of her tongue, but it had been so long since she last said it aloud. She frowned, searching through the very small contact list she had. "Tai?" God, the last thing she needed was to be embarrassed. It could have been someone that looked like him, she very much believed in the idea of a doppelganger. But there was a softness to his eyes that couldn't be replicated. She knew that look, spotted over the stand holding her sheets of music while the conductor lectured one of the students that if they were late again, they'd find themselves sitting in the audience than on stage. She'd been much too shy then to really put herself out there as a friend, btu to didn't mean Noemi kept herself away from Tai entirely. A crush – one of those types of crushes you got on the boy or girl you spent a good amount of time with at camp or maybe on the bus ride home . . .but you both knew that's all it could be because at some point, your paths split.<br/>
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How interesting their paths would somehow lead them both here? "Tai? Taiyang Tseng! Yes, it's so you," Noemi squealed as she pointed her finger at him. She frowned at the discomfort of her fingers sticking to the butt of her palm.<br/>
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