Today was the first Tuesday of the month.

It was on the first Tuesday of every month I was allowed to take time off from my place of work and relax. I wasn't the only one, my whole sector at work had off (we all rotated), next Tuesday another sector would have off, and another one after that.

The tiny break made little difference in my daily life. It proved a moment to breath, but not enough to stop thinking about work.

Taking a sip of tea, I absent-mindedly looked over the newsprint trying to find any articles of interest. Again there was no mentioned of a certain twenty something young man with flaming red hair that saved the day. Hanna never seemed to mind, or at least he never showed it, and even if a story did catch wind the other community would make sure it was never published.

Some things are better left alone.

Setting down the tea I went back to actually reading the paper flipping the pages now and then, ignoring the ads for various unimportant things before settling on an article about deer in Asia that sported fangs. The article was quite long, and very informative (to me at least) It was also incredibly intriguing, and before I knew I had become completely absorbed in it.

"Hey," I jumped, started; not knowing anyone had been around me. My glasses had become crooked in the processes, and I hurriedly adjusted them. Words fell out of my mouth, forming lines of gibberish that I couldn't seem to stop.

It took me a minute to realize who was sitting across from me.

"G-good day Veser." I stuttered, slightly annoyed at myself for the stutter and the slight flushing of my cheeks (purely from embarrassment). He looked rather surprised that I had remembered who he was, titling his head a bit to get a better look at me.

"You remember my name?" He rose one of his eyebrows, surprise evident in his voice.

"Of c-course," I stammered, looking at him quizzically. "Why wouldn't I?" He only shrugged, leaning back into the large chair

Veser. How could I forget Veser? He was cunning, he was crude, he was idiotic, he was loud, he was vulgar he was perverted; he was almost everything I was not.

And perhaps that was the reason I didn't forget who he was.

Then again it was hard to forget any of them, their odd qualities made them stand out from the crowd. But perhaps that was just because they seemed to highlight their flaw and oddities rather then hide them, like most did. Snapping out of my thoughts I stole another glace at Veser, only to find he was staring at me, wearing a rather perplexed expression.

Oh.

I must have zoned out for a bit.

Noticing that I was no longer staring off into space Veser spoke.

"Sooooooooo," he leaned back into the chair, half looking at the cup in his hand and half at the teenage girls a few tables back. "Whadahyea do for a livin?" I felt a small twitch of a smile at how he smashed his words together.

"I'm an accountant." Well that was the simple answer.

"Ah." Was his reply, clearly uninterested.

"And you?" I asked, smiling a little.

He looked over at me again having been distracted by the gaggle of girls who where currently debating what was hot and what was not in a very loud shrill fashion. "Huh?" Veser blinked, taking in the question. "Oh." He shrugged. "I'm a student, but I do odd jobs here and there. Yard work, crap like that." His eyes had drifted back to his cup, staring into the depths as if trying to read a hidden message. While he tried to think up questions that could only be found in the deepest depths of coffee I took a moment to think over his answer.

So he did odd jobs. And he was a student. From what the others told me about his godfather and the whole...adventure that went along with it, he most likely went to a school in the city and lived at home the majority of the time. The jobs probably took place over winter break and summer vacation when he had large periods of time to do nothing. Well more then nothing now that he was friends with Hanna.

Because no one can do "nothing" when that young man was in the picture. Not if he could help it.

" ....bitches love me cause they know that I can rock.... " The sudden slightly garbled ring tone made me jump, pushing me out of my thoughts. Veser had also been surprised by his cell phone, fumbling to get a hold of it.

" Hanna " He grumbled after fishing it out of his pants pocket. "You changed my ringtone." A pause. "Hey, it's not my fault you never changed it back." An annoyed expression. "I said I was sorry geeeeeeeeeez." He rolled his eyes, making a gesture with his hand that meant Hanna was being overly talkative again. "No I....I....what? No. Hanna. No. Noooooooooooooooooo. Wait? What? What the hell is Katamari?" Now Veser just looked confused, and ready to hang up. "No I have never....since when did you get a PS2? You're at Confags ?" A devilish grin flew onto his face. "Seriously? I'll be there in ten." He then promptly shut his phone. "Hanna's over at Confags and asked me to drop by," Veser explained, assuming I hadn't been paying attention to his conversation even though he was no less then five feet away. "So I'm gunna hop over there," He had a thumbing gesture over his shoulder, and then paused, waiting for some sort of response.

"Ah." Was all I could manage to say, I wasn't offended or shocked, I just...didn't know how to reply. "H-have fun." I cracked a small smile. He sniffed, nodded, paused again, then muttered what I thought was "Yea," and took off, leaving a half eaten brownie behind.

AN: Woooo. Veser and Ples are hard to write man. D: The ringtone thing is a refrence to youtube . com/user/hannafalkcrossplay?feature=mhw4 . Take out the space kthax. C: