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[color=Lightgreen][b][u]Location;;[/u][/b][/color] Outside of his friend's flat
[color=Lightgreen][b][u]Interacting With;;[/u][/b][/color] Ditzy female reporter [hr][hr][/center]

[color=Lightpink]"Excuse me.....Excuse me!"[/color]
The annoyingly ditzy voice of the female reporter made Francesco cringe inwardly. Okay so not every blonde girl was ditzy and well dumb, but this one certainly wasn't trying too hard to break the stereotype. He gave her a good look over as she was practically running towards him the second he stuck one foot outside of the flat. She was wearing a pretty glamorous outfit for a reporter, completely color coordinated which he could definitely appreciate, if she wasn't as annoying. 

[color=Lightpink]"Wow, God they're like a bunch of piranhas, can you believe it?"[/color] She said, referring to the other reporters. They were acting like the storm had happened yesterday, harassing everyone for the latest piece of news. As if they knew better than everyone else what was going on........not. The reporter didn't wait for an answer, probably not realizing she was pretty much part of the paparazzi herself. 

[color=Lightpink]"Thanks for stopping, everyone is in such a rush today"[/color]

Like he had a choice, and obviously everyone was in a rush to get away from the press and go about their day, like normal people. 

[color=Lightgreen]"Hi!"[/color] He put on his most cheerful smile which was nearly as annoyingly happy as the blonde girl.
[color=Lightgreen]"It's really no big deal, what did you want to know?"[/color]

His reluctance to be in this situation could be spotted by anyone with a bit of common sense. His body language was clearly saying he desperately wanted to be somewhere else, like the grocery store or something. His facial expression was the complete opposite, all fake smiles and feigned politeness. The reporter didn't notice at all, completely falling for his kindness. He was caught, stuck in a situation he sadly found himself in way too much. His friend had told him more than once that he should just learn to say no, be honest. Being fake would lead him into these kinds of situations over and over again, until he would finally learn. 

[color=Lightpink]"Any news of the missing people in your flat? Have you been in contact with them?"[/color]
[color=Lightpink]"When was the last time you saw any of them?"[/color]

[i]God.....[/i]
The floodgates had been opened. The reporter was bombarding him with questions, none of which he could answer and it was making him extremely uncomfortable. He started to feel his skin grow hot and his face was probably going pretty red. He tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, a nervous habit, trying to come up with some sort of sensible explanation. 

[color=Lightgreen]"I...I uh......"[/color]
[color=Lightgreen]"I don't really live here so, I was just visiting my friend."[/color]
He sucked in his breath, waiting wide eyed, trying to find some sort of clue in the reporter's facial expression. It was a barely adequate answer, if he was a reporter he would definitely ask a ton more questions. But the question she asked came completely out of the blue.

[color=Lightpink]"Hey.....do you smell that?"[/color]

[i]Oh crap.....he was doing it again. [/i]

The first time it happened Francesco figured it must have been a one time freak incident. Whenever he was getting nervous he was creating some sort of perfume that messed with people. The night after the storm his friend Nadia who was usually allergic to displays of affection was giving him hugs none stop and that was after bringing him breakfast in bed. The behavior of Nadia had freaked him out but the idea of him having caused it freaked him out even more, especially because he didn't seem to be able to control it. He had a strong feeling the storm hadn't just been causing people to go missing, it had also messed with the people that "survived" for the lack of a better word. 

[color=Lightpink]"Yeah it's like...a kind of perfume..."[/color] The report looked a little out of it. She was trying to determine the source of the vaguely floral smell. It was so faint she could barely smell it, but the scent was intoxicating. Without realizing it and to Francesco's dismay she was edging closer and closer until she was practically sniffing his neck. He visibly cringed when she accidentally touched his skin. When they made eye contact he could see her eyes were glazed over slightly, like she was daydreaming, it was quite disturbing. 

Okay time to get out of here.

[color=Lightgreen]"It was really nice to meet you.."[/color] He realized he hadn't caught her name. It wasn't really important he just had to get out of here. The grocery store was as good an excuse as any.

[color=Lightgreen]"I've got to run by the grocery store real quick and I'm kind of in a rush, sorry.."[/color]

He attempted to turn away but before he could take another step the blonde caught his arm. She was smiling at him, gesturing towards her car.
[color=Lightpink]"I can take you to the store if you like, no need to be hauling all those heavy groceries by foot."[/color] Francesco pried himself loose with many uncomfortable smiles and a stammering of words and sentences that didn't make much sense. 

[color=Lightgreen]"No I'm all good, I really got to run!"[/color]

And he definitely ran, all the way down the street. He didn't stop until the grocery store was in sight. He stopped on the parking lot for a second to catch his breath and fix his hair. This was really starting to become a problem.