With a sigh of relief, Mina placed the last of her and Mike's things into their places.- Her's- hadn't been the problem. She only brought a few bags worth. On no, it was Mike's belongings that caused her issues.
He had brought most of what he owned, boxes and boxes full, and refused to help set them out.
The first thing he did when they arrived at the flat, had been to plug in his telly, and DVD-player, and watch a movie.
Mina, on the other-hand, was stuck doing all the work. But she was used to this by now. Mike never did -anything- but yell at her. He was emotionally abusive to a degree, but Mina was a very dedicated person; she saw the good in everyone, even when they couldn't see it themselves. With a smile, she sat down one last thing on her bedside-table; a picture of her family, and a picture of her with her friends, in a double-frame.
She felt a pang in her heart as she thought of her friends. She couldn't see them anymore, because they were now so far away. She had no-one here, except for Mike. But, it had always been her dream to come her, so she definitely wasn't regretting the decision. Not one bit.
"Hey, Mike, I'm going to go out for a bit, okay? Don't wait up, if I take too long." Mina said, sticking her head around the door-frame between the bedroom and the living room.
He simply looked at her, and nodded.
Grabbing her black purse, with lace around the edges, she walked out of the room. On her way down the hallway, she grabbed her jacket, and made her way to the door.
Once outside, she took a deep breath and looked around. London really -was- beautiful. Just as she had imagined it. It looked like it was going to rain, and, seeing as it was nearly March, that was getting more and more likely.
A smile grazed her lips once more.
The rain. She absolutely-loved-the rain. And even the faintest possibility or rain in late February made her-very-happy. Even if it were a cold-rain.
As long as she wasn't caught out in it, that is. After-all, who wants to be -stuck- in the rain, right?
Mina walked down the right side of the street, with a skip in her step. A turn up ahead started to become visible, and she silently wondere to herself whether to take the right sidewalk, or keep going on the straight one that she was already on.
Shrugging, she chose the right.
As she approached the corner, she felt a light drip of water hit her nose. She stopped dead in her tracks.
Rain.
-London- Rain.
She looked up at the sky, not paying the slightest bit of attention to her surroundings, for once, lost in the sky.
But, all good things have to end.
She was snapped out of her thoughts, when she felt a body plummet into her, knocking her balance off.
She tried to catch herself, but only ended up scraping her arm up with the fall.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She hears a man's voice say from above her. She glances up, and sees a man of average height standing there, extending his hand to help her up. He has dirty-blonde hair, and a nervous, yet sincere smile on his face, quite obviously feeling guilty for running into her. Beside him is a woman, a little bit shorter than him, with a light shade of brown for hair. She s smiling politely, and also has an almost nervous look on her face, at the situation.
"I-it's okay. Really." She says, taking the extended hand. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. I should have been. I could have moved myself out of the way if I had." She says, with a genuine smile, and a chuckle. The man pulls her up, and releases her hand, fidgets for a moment, and then extends it once again, for a handshake.
"I'm John Watson. And this is Sarah." He says, gesturing to the woman at his side.
Mina glances between the two, and sends smiles their way.
"Mina Jakobs." she replies, shaking his hand.
Upon shaking her hand, he notices the scrapes on her arm.
"Oh, your arm.. " he begins, trailing off.
She glances at it, noticing the extent of the scrapes for the first time. They are slightly torn-up, but not -too- bad.
"It's fine. Really. I'll be okay." she says, with a little grin. "I've had worse."
"How about this.. You join us back at my flat, and we get you some bandages, and a cup of tea, and then I can feel cotent about it. Sounds good, right Sarah?" John says, turning to Sarah.
"I agree. It's the least we can do, right?" She says, looking at Mina.
Mina lets out a little chuckle, and looks at the pair.
"Fine, fine. alright. As long as the pair of you aren't serial-killers, or anything of the sort." she replies, raising her eyebrows.
John laughs.
"Oh no, quite the opposite." He laughs.
Mina picks up on this statement, but doesn't bring it back up. 'Quite the opposite.'
Was this man a police-officer? Detective? Something of the sort.
'Well,' she thinks to herself, 'I guess I'll find out, won't I?' She smirks.
"Off we go, then." She says, with a grin plastered to her face.
"Don't mind my flat-mate, by the way. He can be a bit odd. Don't be alarmed if he doesn't speak to you... Or anything else he may do."
John says with a sigh.
Okay, -NOW- she was intrigued.
-Very- intrigued.
"Oh, by the way.." John says, turning his head, as they begin to walk. "Your accent.. You're American, right?"
She laughs. It had taken a moment for him to pick up on this. She would have noticed immediately.
But hey, that's just her.
"Why yes, yes I am."
She smiled, following along after John and Sarah; off towards John's flat.
She smiled.
Looks like she might make some friends after-all.