Collaboration with [@Chicogal] and [@Knight of Doom]

“Shall we?” Copen asked.

[color=fff3d5]"Sure,"[/color] Amaya responded, shrugging her shoulders. She followed behind the blond male as they made their way towards the mystery girl's spot. It seemed as though she was doing homework out here. Why someone would want to do homework in the freezing cold was beyond the brown eyed girl. She prefered to do it at a desk, usually in a place that's well lit too. However, her thoughts were inturrupted by the exchange. 

Ah, so he would be joined by Amaya. Copen was glad. He hadn't spent time with girls in this way for a long time. It felt a little... innocent. To each their own, and he was interested to see how this night would go. Although, if he was honest with himself, he preferred the atmosphere of the busy clubs and bars. Especially bars. And especially-especially bars where he could impress girls by drinking other guys under the table. He considered it a skill of his; he'd drank a Czech guy under the table once. 

He leaned forward to take a thermos, the warmth of the flask welcome in comparison to the cold of night. He took a sip; not too bad. A little sweet for him, though. It would be improved with a shot of vodka or something... But he just wrapped his long fingers around the flask and smiled at the girl who'd provided it for them. It had been unusually kind of her, and he didn't even know her name.

"So. Let's start with you telling me your name. I'm Copen, and this is Amaya," he explained, jerking his head in Amaya's direction.