Ciré était allongée sur un banc, il devait être à peu près minuit passé, l'air était frais et agréable, elle se sentait bien.
Elle écoutait de la musique avec son casque et elle aurait presque pu s'endormir tellement elle se sentait confortablement installée. La jeune femme ne semblait même pas se préoccuper du fait que ce n'était pas très sûr de rester là, allongée toute seule dans un parc pendant la nuit ... Mais franchement ça, c'était le cadet de ses soucis.

Saad was running around. I mean...not running around running around, he wasn't lost or anything. He was just running through the park. It was pretty late, but he'd sleep until two in the afternoon because of a long shift at H.Y., making sure the kids were alright, and in their beds, not sneaking out. So yeah, despite his watch indicating 0004 -he was still used to the military time- he wasn't feeling like sleeping. So he'd decided to go for a run. The town was pretty quiet, there were probably next to zero chance he'd bump into someone.

So obviously it happened, because it wouldn't be a story, nor would it be funny if he didn't see anyone on his midnight run.
He was covered in sweat and water, having run for close to an hour and a half -nothing compared to what he was actually capable of, but he didn't really appreciate being reminded of this period of his life-. His tank top was sticking to his chest, his shorts hanging low on his hips -he'll need a new pair sooner rather than later-. His bottle of water was empty -mostly on his head-.

He probably looked a bit crazy and, trying not to spook the person lying on the bench, he tried to make as much noise as possible to indicate his presence. Nothing happened.
Since the form wasn't moving, Saad walked toward the bench to make sure the person was okay, breathing, sober, and with a place to stay. He noticed the headphones when he got closer, and the movement of the chest (the person was a girl, not that he purposefully looked at her breast or anything, it was just easy to notice!) indicating that she was breathing.Maybe she had fallen asleep? The nights could get cold, despite the days being pretty warm, he didn't want her to risk getting hypothermia, or a cold, or something.
He tried to make more noise but he could hear himself the music coming from the headphone, so she probably wasn't able to hear him.

Praying he didn't scare her half to death, he appeared in her field of vision (or would have if her eyes were open) and shook her shoulder. "Hey, are you okay, love ?"

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Le casque toujours dans les oreilles, elle savourait ce petit moment de calme et de solitude. Quand on la voyait comme ça, elle semblait dormir, elle avait l'air si paisible ...
Tandis qu'elle arrivait à la meilleure partie d'une de ses musiques préférées, elle sentit quelque chose lui toucher l'épaule. Son premier réflexe fût de sursauter, elle ouvrit les yeux puis elle aperçut un homme, il semblait qu'il était en train de lui dire quelque chose mais avec sa musique elle n'entendait absolument rien. Elle fronça les sourcils, méfiante, elle ne voyait pas très bien l'inconnu à cause de l'obscurité et à vrai dire à elle avait assez peur. Il était tard, c'était un homme et il n'y avait personne aux alentours.
Elle se maudit pendant un instant de s'être allongée sur ce banc sans réfléchir à toutes les choses qui auraient pu lui arriver puis enfin elle prit la parole après avoir retiré son casque " hm ... sorry ? I didn't hear ... what you say ..." elle avait parlé avec une toute petite voix, pas sûr qu'il puisse correctement l'entendre.

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Well thank God he didn't scare her. Not too much anyway. She didn't scream, or kicked, that's a good point in his book. She just opened her eyes, and Saad tried to look the least threatening possible. Because a woman, alone at night in a park, being approached by a stranger doesn't scream 'safe'. He heard too many stories, read too many stories. He knows how it is, the reality outside.
Saad immediately put his hands up after touching her shoulder, when the young woman opened her eyes, to show her he didn't want to harm her in anyway.
Her voice was soft, almost inaudible, so he didn't quite hear the accent, only picking up the soft words.
"Hey. Are you okay?" He asked again. "It's pretty late, and completely dark, are you lost? D'ya know how to get back home?"
She didn't look like she was older than 21 years old. She didn't look drunk or high either, so that was a good point -it's always a good point, making it less difficult to deal with people-.
"Do you want me to call someone? Or a cab?" He stopped, thinking for a second. "Do you have a place to stay?"

It was possible, also. There weren't that many homeless people around town, but the few around were often pretty young, in their early twenties, or late teens. Runaways, mostly. He just hoped it wasn't the case with her.
If she didn't have a place to stay...Well, he'd offer his apartment, for sure, at least for a night, but there was probably little chance she'd actually take him up on his offer.

Elle avait les yeux un peu cernes et elle était fatiguée. l`homme, qui paraissait plus age qu`elle lui demanda ensuite si elle allait bien. Il n`avait pas l`air `méchant`mais elle savait qu`il ne fallait jamais se fier aux apparences ... `Im ok ... and Im not lost, I was just chilling on the bench ...`Il semblait vraiment s`inquiété pour elle ... Mais est-ce que ce n`était pas une tactique de prédateur ? " No thanks, don`t worry, I said I was fine and I have also a place to stay " C`est vrai que on pouvait se demander si elle ne dormait pas dehors mais elle n`avait qu`un petit sac sur elle, elle n`avait pas vraiment l`apparence "habituel" des sdf.
A vrai dire malgré toutes les bonnes attentions de cet homme elle ne pouvait pas s`empêcher d`avoir peur. Elle restait silencieuse sans oser dire un mot et elle regardait l`inconnu droit dans les yeux avec une expression de frayeur sur le visage.