[center][h1][color=f49ac2]Lotus Engel[/color] & [color=0072bc]Henneth RosenKroft[/color][/h1][/center]
[center](Collaboration with [@CrazyShadowy])[/center]

[color=f7976a][center][h2][u]12:10 PM – The Arrival Point.[/u][/h2][/center][/color]

[color=f49ac2]“The girl speaks in a trembling tone.”[/color] Lotus jotted down in her notes. Her eyes were still fixed on the notes while her pen danced on the paper. [color=f49ac2]“She gave a generic reply to my greeting. I'm figuring she wanted to ask me about my day as well to return the favor. Then with an abrupt roar, her stomach desired some sustenance. The girl seemed to be in a mental state of turmoil judging from her body language and a slight lag in her reply. I can't seem to detect any reason why she would be so nervous. Perhaps she's had some sort of trauma in the past that would make her fidget like this. She fled, assuming she was embarrassed about her needy stomach. She's like a mouse hunting down a piece of cheese.”[/color]

Lotus giggled as she lifted her pen after planting her last period on her though. She turned the page to start on another thought. Again, she just jot down whatever comes to mind. It didn't matter if the words were used correctly or syntax was out of whack or grammar is misspelled or making up new words that didn't mean a thing. That was the power of her imagination. 

Over an hour later, a strange man decided to park his toosh on the bench. She turned another page and began as she using her peripheral vision to scan him. 

[color=f49ac2]“A rather well dressed man parked himself on the bench beside me. At first glance, he looks like a rich guy simply sipping tea next to me. He seems to be in deep thought as he took that sip of tea. What could he be thinking? A moment later, he silence breaks and offered his greeting to me...in German[/color]

[color=0072bc]“Guten tag fruend! Ich heisse Henneth.”[/color]

Lotus wasn't fluent in the German language. However, she was able to make out that simple greeting of [i]“Guten tag fruend.”[/i] The other thing he said, not so much. Still, she quickly jot down in her notes the best she could on the German language and what he said. She replied back with a greeting of her own. However, she decides to playfully use her native tongue to repay him with a foreign greeting. 

[color=f49ac2]“Konnichiwa! Watashi no namae wa Rotus desu. Ogenkidesuka?”[/color] She turned and smiled at the man. She was having her little fun and was curious to get whatever reaction to get from him. Whatever happens is translated on ink on her paper.

[color=0072bc]"Ich verstand nicht, könnten Sie das wiederholen?"[/color]


While Henneth didn't catch a lick of what was said to him, he replied in the manner assuming they could understand that. None the less, he was bound to figure out how to speak to this girl one way or the other, even if they couldn't understand one another. The worst that could happen, strangers passing by would be confused by this conversation. If this bit of German didn't catch the young ones ears properly, he might try another sentence or attempt to use his rather broken English and see if she could understand that at all. He was still confused as to what language she had spoken in, something from Asia he would assume. In between his thoughts, he caught himself mumbling in German, hopefully at a volume low enough the girl couldn't hear.

[color=f49ac2]“He's still speaking in German.”[/color] The writer's mischievous side sparked up as she wrote. She was giggling on the inside, wanted to continue speaking in him in her native tongue. [color=f49ac2]“Let's see how long I can keep this language joust. It's rather entertaining.”[/color]

[color=f49ac2]“Sumimasen. Watashi wa doitsugo ga wakarimasen.”[/color] She gave a polite bow to the classy guy. Again, she gave her slight innocent smile towards him and looked rather lost in the conversation. Her pen was catching every slight reaction from the man as her eye can see.



With taking mental note of how the girl acted, the bow that was given to him, while he didn't want to seem rude, he wasn't quite sure how to respond to this. He then stood up and walked over to the girl. Patting a hand on her shoulder and giving her a polite smile in exchange. [color=0072bc]"Wie geht es dir an diesem schönen Tag?"[/color] Still being lost in their conversation given that none of them understood the other. It was rather entertaining aside from that simple fact of the matter. Wondering how long each of them might keep it up at any rate, he considered using his rather, broken, English to talk to her. While he had been avoiding it thus far due to how it is and embarrassing it might be, he held off. 


[color=f49ac2]“There was a brief moment before he reacted by standing up and walked over to me. He then placed his hand on my shoulder and replied with another smile. Now, it was starting to get a little creepy the moment he laid his hand on me.”[/color] While her pen was transcribing the actions, she looked up with her right brow up. She started to become a little guarded from the fact he laid his hand on her. She began to give him a slight glare as if sending him silent message to take his hand off. 

[color=f49ac2]“Nani? Watashi kara te o hanashite kudasai.”[/color] She warned. It was rather unwanted for him to place his hand on her. She wasn't sure if he got this message. For all she knew now, he could be a creep. 


With the odd glare he was getting, the feeling that having his hand on her shoulder wasn't welcome. He awkwardly removed it and placed it on the back of his head and once more, rather awkwardly chuckled. This time, raising his left eyebrow as to what she had said to him, unsure if she could actually understand anything other than her current tongue, he decided to attempt his native tongue one last time.


[color=0072bc]"Mein Name ist Henneth. Was könnte Ihr sein?"[/color] With that, he assumed giving his name and asking her hers might do some good, if not, he did have his very terribly spoken English he could fall back onto.

[color=f49ac2]“He seems rather forward, trying to convey something to me. At least he does know a little bit of body language. I'm relieved to learn that he wasn't coming on to me. I am quite the attractive girl. But, my heart belongs to some idiot trying to forge a steady income for us.”[/color] She wrote. Her stare continued, ever watching his next moment. Then, he said something that Lotus could finally translate. It was a deep German accent he had when telling her his name. Henneth. What should she do? How should she reply? He was still a stranger to her. What's a classy looking man want with her? Perhaps... Perhaps he's some sort of German pimp, wanting to take advantage of her. It could be a reason why he advanced with a dreaded hand to shoulder display, unwanted touching. She decided to remain silent and confused though as she tilted her head. What was his next action?


With her not saying anything, Henneth dropped his head down in defeat of trying to get anything across in German. [color=0072bc]"H-Hello, m-my name is Henneth. W-What might yours? Ich denke, das ist richtig, be?"[/color] Without anything else to do, he resorted to his god awful English skills in a last attempt to speak with this girl. While the hand thing was a bad idea on his part, he thought of it as a friendly thing given her bowing to him. While he was unsure how she felt about him, maybe she thought he was some sort of German pimp or something. Only she knew what she was thinking about this man standing before her. None the less, he hoped he could turn what might be a bad situation for him into a good one. While this interaction was going on, he was conversing to himself in his head. It more or less consisted of attempting to figure out what she was saying to him and how she might think of him. 


[color=f49ac2]“Oh!”[/color] Like a light bulb lighting up in her head, she understood what he was asking of her. Her name. It was rather awkward between these two. She eased her apprehension towards him and smiled back. She wasn't sure how well his English was, so she went slow in communicating back. 

[color=f49ac2]“Hello, Henneth. My name is Lotus. How do you do?”[/color]





[color=0072bc]"Guten tag Lotus, ehm, m-my English is rather, eh, how to say it, poor? Ich tend to only speak Deutsche, it isn't helping that I live in Berlin. I do, well? How about yourself?"[/color]


Knowing how poor his English had gotten over the years, he was slightly embarrassed by it but it was the only way they could understand each other. If she knew German this would be a whole hell of a lot easier on him, none the less he was glad to have finally found a way to communicate with her in a way that both people understood. That could get some basic conversation going.


[color=f49ac2]“Not to worry, Mr. Henneth.”[/color] She understood what he was going to. Her first tongue was Japanese. She had a bit of trouble absorbing another language when she was younger, but she had a drive to connect with other foreigners. It was a uphill battle trying to learn, but it eventually clicked with tedious practice. She invited him to sit down once more and do a little bit of conversing to help him out with some of his English. It was quite good to her friends wanting to learn and became adequate enough to teach it. 

[color=f49ac2]“Let's have a small chat. I've got time.”[/color] She offered while still writing in her notes everything transpiring. They began exchanging words while battling the language barrier.