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Aya blinked up at the person she'd run into. She recognized him -- it was the man from last night. But he wasn't the charming, clumsy drunk from the night before. His mismatched eyes were panicked and he was covered in sweat. Aya took an involuntary step back from his intensity.

[color=aquamarine]"Um, yeah I have my wallet,"[/color] she answered, eyebrows pulling together. Aya realized then that she could feel heat radiating off of him like a stove. Eyes never leaving him, Aya reached into her bag, fingers grasping for her wallet. [color=aquamarine]"Are you ok?"[/color] she asked again. [color=aquamarine]"Do you need help or something?"[/color] She took a step towards him again, concern and confusion mixing in her blood. Her hand found her wallet and she began pulling it out of her bag.

She distantly realized that she still didn't know his name.