<span style="color: #BF0080">In a state of astonishment, the blonde-haired girl stood there as Crazy laughed and wobbled away. "What just---" she says and shakes her head with a scoff.  The cigarette that she has neglected for a moment was not placed between her lips as she takes a drag. On the bench the man is still perched and she finds herself taking him in with her eyes once again.<br/><br/>Here she was, the blonde-haired girl and there he was, the dark complected man.  With a shrug of her shoulders, she makes her way over to him.  "Mind if I sit?" she asks and shivers as the nightfall approaches.  The air became more crisp and it send the cold straight to her spine and downward--feeling the chill, the girl closes her leather waist jacket so that it hugs her just a bit more snug.  The atmosphere seems different; the business folk are long gone and those who most likely call the streets their home have taken over.  A couple club goers here, and a few bums there.  But there they are--the dark complected man, and the blonde-haired girl.</span>