She shrieked and spun around to find the blonde mand—banana bread on hand. Was he in the store? Since when? Why didn't she see him? She must've been too distracted. She noticed his eyes on her body, still grabbing her wrist. 'Umm, you want something?" kemuri asked. His eyes widen as if he just woke up, and he says, releasing his grip, "Oh my, my apologies. I couldn't get you at your usual spot."

That's kinda creepy. Yet a little indearing. Wait , how would he know my usual spot? Is he stalking? But it is my job area, and come on, Kemuri, a guy that's not half bad is paying attention to you. Embrace the moment.

She shaked her head, trying to dust off the cognitive dissonance swirling in her head. She needs to leave. Now.

With a determined step, she started walking away. "Wait." The man follows her. Get away. She tried to ignore him, but his looming shadow overhead made her palms sweat. She stopped right in front of a zebra crossing, taking quick glances over the red robot and the man next to her.

"My lady, would you please spare me a few minutes? It's of the utmost importance.'

Trying to sound angry, she said, "Sorry, Bud, but I got in trouble because of you. Now piss off." Good. That should do —

"Why?'

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God. Man is so dense. The robot gleamed green, and Kemuri was about to cross, but her nose got a whiff of a yeasty aroma. It was his banana bread—a packet now opened in his arms. "Will this make you reconsider?"

Kemuri said in a matter-of-fact tone, "If you think that I would talk to a man such as yourself because of this terrible bribe, then you are mistaken."

The bread melted in her mouth. She could feel the course crumbs roll and sit on her tongue. The sweet sugar made her entire jaw dance. "Thanks, man," she says, still wolfing on the bread. The man only looked at her in pleasure, then at his surroundings.

The grass was cleanly cut in the park. From the corners lay small play areas where children roamed wild while their parents sat chatting on smooth wooden benches. The song of dogs barking next to jubliant owners could be heard past the little open cafe in the center of the park. The brenches there were mushed against each other, yet the open breezes made it feel less crammed. The blonde man's gaze falls on Kemuri again, who was licking off crumbs from her fingers while making hmm and ahh noises.

"Was it to your liking?"

"Yea mate. Really came through for me. So what you wanna talk about?"

The blonde man extends his arm, " First things first. My name is Zorion. Whats yours?"

Kemuri scanned the brench for something to wipe her hands. Zorion noticed and plucked a tissue out of his pocket.

"Here."

"Why thank you? This fair lady's name is Kemuri," she says, shaking his hand.

"Back with the accents?"

"Heavens no. I'm merely trying to build rapport by mirroring you. Is it working?"

"I'm certainly finding you more charming."

They both chuckled.

"Well then. Time for business, Kemuri."