Stranger in the City

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It was late, and she was a woman. A powerful one, at that. A dangerous mix. She'd known better, but she had to. She needed some fresh air. A quick walk would do. Time to settle herself and her mind with it.

Her heels clicked against the concrete beneath her under the dim lighting that the street lights provided. Her shadow danced across the grass next to it, moving right along with her, completely in-sync. Obviously.

Though, she paid minimal attention to it. She only saw it every few steps as it glided into her peripheral vision, tempting. Tempting her to look at the eerily dark, empty park beside her, that during the daytime, was once lively and joyous.

The night time was different.

Yet, the young woman found comfort in it. She liked working, walking, talking, partying, doing almost anything during the night. It's where her thoughts pestered her the least. Where her father haunted her the least.

I can't ever get him out of my head. Asami didn't want much to do with him after his scandal, but she had his whole company to run. His company. His legacy. She didn't want to be reminded, though working every day did just that.

Yet, at the same time, it was one of her only and greatest distractions. She needed something else.

With these thoughts causing her head to sprint a mile a minute, she hadn't realized how far she had walked. Not until she came up upon a stranger completely passed out along a bench.

She stopped. A cool breeze floated by her for a second, offering a strange company, before leaving her by herself with the mysterious bench sleeper.

Frankly, the woman didn't know what to do. It was the dead of night, maybe 3 am, and a random woman was sprawled out, looking rather uncomfortable, on a bench. It was risky, to say the least. An unconscious woman laying on a bench in the middle of the night, not to mention, right along a quiet city street?

Not on Asami's watch. She was probably drunk, too.

Hesitantly, she walked forward a few more steps towards the bench, taking the woman's appearance in. Long, smooth brown hair was thrown in a messy ponytail, spilling out and over the bench, a few strands even covering her cheek. She wore a simple white tee along with some grey sweatpants; just some casual clothes for a seemingly casual girl. Tattoos raced up and down her arms, painting her life story among them. Oh, and those arms. Muscles. Oh, Spirits. Muscles on muscles on muscles. Her biceps were gorgeous and her triceps; the same. Maybe she didn't need saving, on second thought. Though, she shook that out of her head. A strange force wanted her to meet this stranger, and Asami wasn't one to mess with fate. Two gold chains dangled around her neck, portions of them resting peacefully against the oak beneath the woman. She just looked so...

Boring? In a way.

Not truly.

Casual. That was it.