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She lived in her nighttime, in the day there was nothing going on, nothing to do. It was then that she would walk around Lima 'disgracing her family' as her father had told her, and be given time to think, and settle. Think about the hard heart that she carried in her chest as a burning weight that only got heavier. Then she would find ways to settle the matter…it was temporary, she was never able to forget it but it would settle it for an hour or so. Swift steps out of her apartment door and down the stairs to go outside, stepping over two little boys playing with little trinkets she remembered seeing at the drugstore. 'At least they were able to live and play rather than to think and live.' She thought quietly to herself as she moved past them.

She pushed open the heavy steel door and took a satisfying breath of the city air before closing it behind her, more than happy to be out of her dingy yellow apartment that now stunk of mold since her neighbors sprung a leak and the walls started to grow a familiar bluish green stain. Two steps down the cement steps that lead to the bustling streets she stopped in her tracks to find a familiar smirk topped off with the same hat accented with a small feather. He was spinning the stem of a rose in his fingers while casually leaning on the railing that lined the small set of stairs, smiling up at her. "Long time no see?" he smiled raising an eyebrow up at her.

"How did…what are you doing here?" she furrowed her eyebrows folding her arms over her chest.

"I came to see you." He said as if the answer was obvious. "See." He handed her the rose as his proof.

"You got me a flower?" she asked raising an eyebrow at him, she wanted to ask how he knew where she lived but decided that the question would lead to some answer she didn't want to hear.

"Well don't get picky I didn't have to get you anything at all…"

She smiled shaking her head in disbelief of this whole situation, they talked once and now he was bringing her flowers…correction, a flower. "Well it was a sweet gesture, but I have things I have to do today, maybe another time." She said quickly stepping off the final two steps and on her way down the sidewalk that winded around the entire city.

"Like what?" he asked just as quickly as she walked away, he hurried up to her side.

"Is that any of your business?"she scoffed as he managed to catch up. He wasn't this sort of guy and she knew that, or at least she thought she did. Unless of course this was all part of some ploy for her to reward him with her own kind of flower, which to her seemed more likely at the moment.

"I'm just curious, you know like conversation." He said keeping a steady pace with her fast walking.

"I don't know like groceries and stuff like that." She stopped so she could look up at him for their final face off. It was going to end here, and she was going to make sure of it so he can walk away and she can go about her singular lifestyle.

"Oh well that sounds perfect because I have a few things I have to pick up myself." He smiled down at her challengingly.

Her mouth slacked open, and her brow formed a defeated expression. "Cigarette?" he asked pulling a pack out of his pocket with three white tips poking out. She pulled one out for herself and he did the same, sticking it in his mouth before lighting it. She reached in her jacket's pockets in search for her lighter and he still had that smile on his face. "Allow me." He said taking hers from her hand and lighting the end slowly before handing it back to her.

She took in a large inhale and blew it out towards the charcoal grey sky that lacked a sun today. She was expecting him to move or say something but he didn't, instead she just shook her head and continued on her way disapprovingly.

A small smile had made its way on his face, knowing that he had won this round as he went to her side again and continued down the pavement. "So I never got your name…"

"You know where I live, but you don't know my name?" she asked in disbelief, she figured he got this sort of information from his 'mob friends' who seemed to know everything about everybody within a 100 mile radius.

He laughed a low laugh before blowing out a narrow trail of smoke. "I'm not a total creep."

"It's Quinn." She said pursing her lips together. She personally hated her name, but she remembers one time when Santana had told her that it fits her personality so she just tries to remember that.

"Quinn…" he asks twirling his cigarette in a 'continue on' motion.

"Fabray, it's Quinn Fabray. Would you like my middle name too?" she asks sharply. She doesn't know why she's become so upset, she blames it on the simple fact that she's telling someone about herself. It seems odd, but she hardly has to do it because no one bothers to ask her anything ever, because no one really cares. She takes in a slow drag and comes to like the fact that he inquires things and almost wants him to ask more.

He chuckles shaking his head, almost like he can't even take her seriously. "No, that's all I need."

"I'd figure someone like you would be busy, too busy to just hang around."

"I don't plan the stuff we do, I just get the job done…" he pauses for a moment before continuing on as if trying to perfect his statement in his head. "…in more ways than one." He smirks down at her, she can hear it in his voice.

"That's disgusting." She disapproves grabbing a small basket from a stack that lean uneasily against a small stand on the sidewalk. "Do you want one?" she asks referring to his statement about having stuff to pick up for himself even though she knows it was a lie he came up with on the spot.

"Nah, I'm good." He says looking around at the different carts that line the corner of the street. Personally she preferred her summer's grocery shopping because it got to be done outside rather than inside, in some dimly lit warehouse type building.

She shakes her head because the least he could do was go along with his story. Despite him being there or not she does have things she needs to buy so she goes about her business not giving another thought to his presence even though she could feel it wherever she went. She wonders if she can learn how to make spaghetti while observing the tomatoes, she wonders if he likes spaghetti. Never mind if he does it wouldn't matter anyway.

He leans up against a post holding up the canopy that covers the different array of carts and vegetables; he folds his arms over his chest and watches her. He feels a little out of place seeing as the only guys at this market are two old men who stand at the cashier's stand. He watches her while she goes from cart to cart picking up different items observing them before putting them in her basket. There's something about the way she moves so elegantly and softly that makes him smile. He looks down at his shoes and sees some smeared dirt from last night's job and he remembers that he's the lion again. He remembers why he came here with her, and pursues it. He casually walks up to her pretending to take interest in the lemons by picking one up and rolling it in his hand.

"So why do you wear your hair like that?" he asks, if he can get inside her head he can jailbreak her. She stiffens at his words, he did something right.

"What are you talking about?" she says nonchalantly. He sees that she's a bad actress.

"Making it seem short by tucking it under." He puts the lemon down and picks up another keeping his eyes on her, while she refuses to look up at him.

She doesn't answer, but instead moves onto the next cart that has oranges. He follows, he's not done yet. "You really shouldn't do it…" he trails off, which she returns by raising an eyebrow up at him, it's the first time all day she's looked into his eyes. It makes his heart briefly jump off track for a second, it was the same green eyes he fell in love with last night. "It's too beautiful to hide from the world."

She smiles looking down at her feet, he sees her blush and it makes his stomach feel light.

"I'm happy to see that respectful, young couples still exist in the world." An older woman smiles, reaching past him for an orange. This makes him smile wide, and nod his head in agreement. He looks up at Quinn to find wide eyes looking back at him. "Sorry for eavesdropping…" she laughs going about her way to the beets.

"Why didn't you set her straight?" he smirks down at her.

"Why didn't you?" she challenges looking up at him.

"Do you want to go out tonight?" he asks completely bypassing the question.

"Yes." She answers softly after a few moments of thought. He looked down and saw that she was still holding the rose in her hand. "I should probably go check out."

"Do you want me to hold that while you do?" he motions down at the reasonably decent looking flower.

"No, I'm good." She smiles and it's the first time she gives him a genuine smile. It changes the entire game for him, and he doesn't know what he should do next. In the mean time he returns her smile and follows her to the cashier. He smiles to himself, because she didn't set the woman straight and because she still held his rose.

Author's Note: Phew! First date next chapter which I'm still trying to figure out…but in the meantime I'll be working on other stories that I started.

Thank you for reading!

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