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A breeze moved the locks of hair she had down to her right. She lifted one her hands and gently held the side of her hair, her nails dug into it a tiny bit and moved it back. One of her hands was still in front of her, one of them was at the side of his head, pulling the hair away from her face. Her gaze was on the ground. As the man spoke, she had remained silent, tried her best to not make eye contact. Just looking on the ground, the scratches left by people's shoes, bugs, small pieces of paper that flew around, tiny clusters of holes left by bugs and more, she looked at every single one of them. When the man asked for ice cream, the breeze also stopped, so she placed both of her hands in front of her again.
"I'm Vivi," she spoke. Her tone was monotone. She then reached and took the cards from him. Ace of Swords and the Knight.
"This is a lot of swords," she said, almost whispering.
"Wasn't there also a third card?" she asked, hoping to also get that one back.
"You are an interesting man," said Vivi.
"It feels as if you are not really you." She didn't know what she was saying, however, with full confidence, she took a step towards the man, didn't break her gaze, and stood very close to him. Her chin up, her eyes looking straight at him. She wasn't smiling.
"Let me see now..." she whispered and placed a hand on the man's cheek.
"You feel like a door," she said.
"A vessel, only to be used during ritual practices." She turned her hand and with the back of it, gently caressed the man. A desire for heroism. A desire for knowing yourself. A desire to perhaps even save yourself? All of these traits reminded of her of one thing: A Protagonist. Her gaze swayed up and down, her gaze more piercing than before.
She had blended the line between being playful and being serious. Her body was on auto control.
"Do you accept everything that path might bring?" she asked. Her manner of speaking was much closer to her usual self now. She smiled and let go of the man's face and walked backward away from him. She bowed.
"My apologies, I am an avid reader of literature, and I quickly categorize people on roles when I meet them. It's rare for me to meet a protagonist, so when I do, I kinda lose myself." After her explanation, with graceful moments she placed the cards she took from him to her old deck. One was still missing. She then placed her hands behind herk and smiled at the man.
"I will get ice-cream with you if you tell me your name."