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Thalia smiled up at Spencer as she introduced herself, rambling on. Ava introduced herself back to Spencer and Thalia figured she do the same. "I'm Thalia," she greeted the talkative girl. "Milkshake boy is just someone I stopped to help, we just met." She threw a glance over her shoulder at the two guys across the canteen. He was attractive, but something about him and the Thomas guy both gave her vibes that she should watch what they were up to. "It's the first party of the school year, though. I'm going." She decided, even if she meant she would only stick around for a couple of minutes, maybe an hour. Ava and Spencer both looked at her. "The worst that could happen is you get drunk and make a fool of yourself." She shot them a crooked grin as she stretched her arms in front of her, her tattoos peeking through the sleeve.
Josie felt the breath leave her chest when his arm made its way around her waist, fingers trickling across the exposed skin on her side. When he noticed that he had done such, he quickly pulled away and looked down, taking a step back while voicing an apology. "It's totally fine, really." He lifted his eyes to meet hers as spoke of a proverb, soon translating it to his own language. Josie practically felt herself melt at the unknown words.

"That's beautiful," she commented, her lips curling into a bright, white smile. What did she expect from someone that everyone in her building had said was fluent in Taiwanese. "Maybe we can get to know one another a little better sometime." The subway lurched to a stop and Josie fell into Aaron's chest, having not been holding on to any handles or rails. Her 5'3 frame slammed against his taller one, knocking the breath from her. She quickly apologized with a small laugh and took a step back, glancing up at him. He smelled nice, but the scent of paper was distinct from his job.

"This is our stop," she smiled and stepped onto the platform. "Come on then," she urged and hurried up the stairs behind her, on a tight schedule. Just so she didn't lose him, Josie grabbed fingers in her hand, not meaning anything by it in her mind. "You're so slow," she teased and picked up the pace, coming a bit short of a job as they hurried down three blocks towards the club where the show was being held.
Maybe something like this.

Those are the starter Pokémon from different regions, so maybe the choice of those?
Just an idea :)
Josie covered her mouth to hide a small laugh as he rambled on. He seemed to be all over the place, mentally and physically both. There was something interesting about him. She couldn't place what it was, but it was refreshing. The little girl looked back over her shoulder one last time before she and her mother left the subway terminal. As he rambled she let a smile grace her lips. "It's not supposed to last too long. It's a touch and go, or so the weather reporter said this morning," she smiled down at him, raising an eyebrow. "Do you... usually hang out in the subway?" He answered her with a nod and Josie smiled, her eyes dropping to the guitar case that was piled halfway with paper bills and a couple dozen of coins.

"Play another song, mister!" One of the older kids that had gathered around Aaron's set up cheered. Aaron began to pick at the guitar strings again. Josie pushed a wavy lock of hair behind her ear and smiled softly, closing her eyes to let the music overtake her. She leaned forward, noticing the somewhat popular yet older song he sang, and almost silently sang along with it. She glanced at her phone, seeing that she had a mere four minutes before her subway train came. When he finished the song, she leaned toward him to speak.

"If you'd like, I'm going to scope out a show tonight. You're more than welcome to come with me, if you having nothing better to do of course." Josie noticed the dinging that signaled her train coming. "This is my ride. Come on, it'll keep you out of this rain." She smiled, hoping to persuade him into going to the show. With a voice like that, she could see him in such a place if he ever really wanted to be. Maybe she'd get a story out of him eventually as well. Despite the story, however, he was interesting. There was just something about him that Josie couldn't place.
"Come on Jo, just one drink," Roger leaned in the doorway of her office as she reapplied her light pink lipstick. Her sapphire us met his with a flame of slight anger.

"Roger, sir," he rolled his eyes at her joking formalities. "I have to be all the way across town by seven thirty. I've got to take the subway to get there because no taxi cab will take me through the traffic of that area and get me there in time." She picked up her iPhone and a stylus, the only things she really ever needed in this day and age. Roger walked into her office, now leaning against her mahogany desk, his arms crossed. He wore a light blue Oxford button up, sleeves rolled up, with a dark blue tie and matching dress pants. He huffed in irritation and Josie sighed, putting her hand on her hip and the other on her desk. "Fine, if you're going to be grumpy about it, you're welcome to accompanying me to the show."

Roger guffawed in laughter and he shook his head. "With all due respect Josie, I simply look over the story." The slender twenty-two year old rolled her eyes and weaseled her way around her boss.

"Fine, I'll see you tomorrow, Rog," she threw him a smirk over her shoulder and left the building.

Josie took a taxi home and quickly made a change of wardrobe, pulling on a pair of tight black jeans and a razor back tank top with the Rolling Stones symbol on the front of it. She pulled on a pair of combat boots and made her way back down to the main street and into the subway terminal. As she stood there, waiting for her ride, melodious music met her ears, followed by a silky smooth voice. It sand in a language she didn't know, but was still beautiful. She pushed her phone into her back pocket and walked around the stone column, gaping almost immediately when she saw the recently familiar face. She crossed her arms, leaning against the column and listened, noting the fact that most of the people around him were enjoying the song.
I. Am. So. Pumped.
Josie's breath caught in her throat at the site of the guitar, which pulled her attention from his tired eyes. "I'm Josie, Josie Kossak," she acknowledged and offered her hand for a hand shake. He took it, rather gently, and gave it a slow shake. How polite. She smiled and squatted before him, arms wrapped around her knees as her lips curled into a smile. "I was just on my way to pick up some lunch for myself and a couple of coworkers. I decided to take a stroll through the park and ran across you, I guess. Quite embarrassing if I do say so myself, but I didn't want to leave you here. There were a couple of park police strolling over there," she pointed in the direction she had seem them and laughed softly. He smiled and drew his fingers across the strings again, the melodic tunes hitting her ears. Each string sounded to be perfectly in tune with the last. He had a good look to him, nice smile, foreign. Girls would go crazy if he had a good enough singing voice. Josie pushed the thought away, inwardly chuckling at the thought of getting a story over this random print guy.

"Well, I should be on my way. Watch out, they're coming this way," Josie smiled and stood back to her feet as he picked at the strings a little longer. She fought an inward battle with herself to stay and submerse herself in the music but shot him a smile instead. "It was nice to meet you, Aaron Chen." She made a mental note of his name for future reference, hoping maybe she'd come across him in another setting that could inspire a story. Her heels clicked across the pavement as she walked away and towards Chipotle to buy lunch, immersing herself in the emails she hadn't checked while sitting at her desk.
"Hey, look," Becky nodded towards the guy who had been fixing the copying machine as he retreated from the office. Josie's interest was peaked at the sigh of a large guitar case that what seemed to look like was in pristine condition. She turned back towards Becky, asking who he was exactly. Despite knowing there was someone who came around to deliver multitudes of copies and printed stacks within the building, she never really paid much attention. Becky shrugged as another worker walked by, overhearing their conversation. He stopped behind Josie, leaning against the door frame of her office.

"His name's Aaron, from what I've heard. He carried on a full conversation in Taiwanese last month with the representative of our company overseas, Mr. Huang," he rolled his eyes, "Something else, if I say so myself." Josie nodded, taking note that the company that delivered the papers was the same one she ran past every morning. Languages intrigued her almost as much as music, as she knew Swedish and English alone but had always wanted to expand her studies. She had even tried to learn some basic Japanese in her free time but it didn't pay off very well. She smiled at the thought, realizing she only knew the most basic of a select few languages, mostly just how to say hello. The young worker made his way back to his cubicle and Josie threw a smile back at Becky as they walked to their own desks to actually start their workday.

"Why do you want to know?" Becky pried as she cocked an eyebrow in a teasing manner. "Like what you saw?" Josie coughed on a laugh and rolled her eyes.

"That was the furthest thing from my mind. I saw the guitar case, it's only habit. You know that." Her lips pulled back in a smile as Becky only dismissed her claim, with a soft 'yeah okay'.

Josie's fingers clicked across the keyboard as she accessed her schedule for the night, transferring it over to her iPhone in a few button clicks. She had a busy Monday night ahead of her, stocked with covering two new up and coming bands along with spitting out a report on the venue they were being held at before she came into work the next morning. She did a little bit of research on the two bands, compiling the basic information along with a couple of their fans 'need-to-know' questions. Most were nothing short of a couple of teenagers trying to find personal information such as girlfriends, first dates, et cetera. Josie rolled her eyes as she scrolled past the fifteenth 'Is Mack seeing anyone?' and shoved herself from the computer. Becky's eyes amusingly looked over the top of her computer screen, one eyebrow raised in question.

"I'm going to get Chipotle, want anything?" Before she knew it she had a text from both Becky and Roger with what they wanted. She rolled her eyes and shouldered her purse as she made were way back out to the busy New York street. She didn't bother with a taxi, and instead started the short walk to Chipotle. She noted the park to her right, deciding a short cut wouldn't hurt. As she walked, she could barely make out a form laying under the large Oak tree in the middle of the park. Her heels clicked against the walkway, cheeks flushing from the brisk exercise. As Josie closed in on the Oak tree, with intent to walk past it, she noticed the form laying beneath it as being the same young man in her office. She glanced at her phone, seeing the time of 12:43 blinking back at her. Taking a moment to admire the guitar case, she took a sharp breath, reaching one foot out to tap his in hopes of waking him up. Surely he'd have back to work soon, she assumed, and he looked far to comfortable to have only been there a few minutes.
Thalia glanced over to the other girl near her in the canteen. The guy who had stolen Fox away from their conversation had practically left her there. Despite wanting to go to the party, which she was sure her teammates would want to do, she had a bad feeling about actually going.

Thalia adjusted her jacket and turned to her, offering up her hand for a handshake. "I'm Thalia," she smiled, "Freshman soccer player." She didn't look like a fellow sports player, but Thalia didn't really care. She was never one to like labels. The other students wearing letterman jackets kept peering over, but the rest of the soccer girls that Thalia hung out with had left already.
You left Thalia out, haha :)
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