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His steps slow, André held his head as he walked through the darkened streets of the festival place. His mind still wandered on that small encounter he had with that woman, who was she? all that happened was a measly bump, exchange of apologies, but something about her wouldn't leave his head. He was no longer sure if the headache was caused by the fight he had gotten himself in, or that woman.
Despite not being a big fan of it, he saw a stand that seemed to have some alcoholic beverages on it. Approaching with half closed eyes and a sigh, he sat down and looked eye to eye with whoever it was that was tending the stand.
"Whisky please," he told him with his dulcet voice. Holding the edge of the stand, he leaned back on his stool to look at the streets once again. There surely wasn't the crowd he first saw when he came here, nor the cool atmosphere when he was there in the morning. He scratched his left shoulder with his right hand.
Opening his bag of jewels while gazing around, he counted how much he had and decided to be frugal for a while. The whisky was relatively expensive, but he really just needed to dunk one down. Getting a glass with two cubes of ice in it, he swirled it around once, the ice clinking on the edges of the glass was a pleasant sound that reminded him of winter.
He sure wanted winter back.
He asked for a napkin and some water, dipping the napkin into the water glass, he started to clean the dirtiest part of his beige linen shirt. It wasn't the best idea to wear something thick like that in such warm weather. Caring about nothing but taking the dirt off, he didn't care about the water marks he'd leave on his clothes. They'd dry fast enough anyway. He sipped his whisky and ate a handful of the peanuts provided.
When the first peanut fell to his stomach, it rumbled. With a neutral expression, André tried to remind himself that he had food in his room. It was then he had noticed the bare-chested man with ears akin to Requiem, whom she met earlier. Curious as to why he wanted, he leaned on the counter while scratching his right ear. He took off his flat cap to let his short hair breathe, and probably looked at the man too much for comfort.