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The city lights barely illuminated the street, and the poster covered windows of the small music shop did not let much light out onto the street as a mother and her child dodged the silver car sitting on the corner. Finally reaching the sidewalk, the woman easily jumped up onto the curb and threw open the door of the store, a jingling ringing through the air as the woman rushed inside. Her daughter was a few steps behind her, jumping up and seeming to float onto the sidewalk before slipping through the space the door allowed before shutting behind her, almost falling over as she tried to catch her balance.
The man at the counter looked up from the newspaper he was reading before taking another sip of cold coffee and looking down again, assured they were no threat. Just a young mother with a child who looked like the type that was too timid to make trouble. No problem at all. The young man who was looking through the CD's hadn't even looked up when the bell had jingled, and continued to ignore the pair, his hair falling into his face as he rifled through row after row of music. He tuned out the muttering of the mother, not even noticing the silent child.
Assuring her daughter that this wouldn't take long, she rushed through the aisles, searching for something that the small dark haired girl wasn't quite sure of. Knowing that it would take longer than her mother said it would, and that it would be increasingly dull to just stand there, she walked slowly down the nearest row, her head barely reaching the first shelf. After several small stumbles she turned the corner and stopped dead, staring openly at the young man standing there, who had momentarily stopped flipping through the CD's. The sharp pull she had to him was rather odd, since the three year old had only ever felt attached to her mother, and even then not very much so. She was always more of a loner, and had never really gotten attached to anything. But the pull only got sharper when he turned to look at her, but it soon stopped as she looked back at him, eyes meeting.
The young man with the odd coloured hair and eyes had only ever looked over at the child when he'd felt a strange tugging sensation in his chest, and had turned to see a toddler with long, dark hair and large brown eyes, who was staring at him. The odd sensation stopped, and he gave her a small smile, to which she gave a small curtsy. He opened his mouth to say something when her mother called from the door, having purchased what she came for and eager to leave. The child skipped past him, giving a small wave before disappearing through the door. The boy looked down out of impulse just in time to see a single white feather hit the ground…