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Her cheeks quickly turned red. "You." The blush in her cheeks made her eyes look more hazel. "Like.... would I be...." Reggie began laughing again. This isn't right. The world shouldn't be made up of people made for falling in love. Love shouldn't work just like that.

She looked down at her arm again, willing the dead digits to move. "What..." She tilted her head to the side and looked back up at him, "Okay, so I'm confused." Reggie pursed her lips together.

"Uhm, no. Definitely not." She gave him a big smile and chuckled a little, steadying her breathing. Reggie frowned and just watched him. How could she possibly love anybody? She should've watched the time, know it was happening.

"Well... would it be possible if...." She shook her head, then laughed. Reggie began laughing hard. She suddenly couldn't stop, her lack of breath turning her face red and her eyes began watering. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..."

She furrowed her eyebrows at him, "Did you read my mind you fantastically odd child?" She was partially in awe and half-way wondering if she had accidentally thought out loud. Maybe somebody drugged her coffee. That was totally possible.

Her mouth didn't move from it's slightly gaping position. Reggie blinked, replicating the Holy Goldfish she had spoken about before. This odd guy was kind of perfect in every way and she sucked at everything, so they couldn't have stopped at the exact same time. It wasn't possible. Maybe she was actually in love the the acne-ridden cashier.

Her eyes only widened more and she gulped. "What? I don't know. Uhmm....." She took a deep breath. "You?" What would he say? She had to know what he was going to say... Her heart rate rested between dead and having anxiety issues.

Her eyes widened and she let out a little squeak. "No... My arm clock thing is broken, I guess. It stopped. Why did it stop? Holy goldfish..." Reggie pulled her hair out of her face, looking at Drew. There was no way she could know when it had stopped as it had been covered up for so long....

She gasped, grabbing the coffee, allowing it to spill on her arm. Reggie ran to the counter, grabbing napkins then laid them on the table. She let them soak up the coffee as she paid attention to the now-peeling tape on her arm. Reggie frowned and sighed, pulling the material off, revealing her pale arm. In a sudden moment, she froze, looking at her digits.

((One of them needs to spill coffee))

She began laughing again, raising her eyebrows at his humorous figure. "Creative." Reggie nodded, running her tongue along her teeth. She remembered Matt Smith well, having cried when he regenerated. Then again, she cries every time there is a regeneration.

"Oh, sorry, right. Smith then?" Reggie bit her lip. She took another sip and began chewing on an icecube. The cold burst on her tongue, sending shivers down her spine.

"Fantastic!" Her eyes brightened. "What do you think of Tennant so far?" She put her head atop her hands. Reggie watched his facial structure and how it moved while he spoke, memorizing it for her own personal research.

"Ah, well, writing sounds fantastic!" She took a long sip. "Why are you more buzzed today than others?" Reggie pulled her hair bag and pulled the elastic around it, taming her waves. She wrapped her fingers once again around the coffee.

"Okay, so, Just Drew, why do you scribble in your notebooks?" She payed for their iced coffee and handed one cup to him. Reggie moved toward a tall round table in the corner next to a window, wishing to be in the sunlight. "And what do you do for a living? I'm genuinely very curious."

She snorted, "I am the one shoed girl, but I put another shoe on." Reggie looked up at him, tilted her head. "Why are you so odd?" She pushed on his hand, stopping it from tapping.

Reggie came up behind him. "You broke your pen and threw them away." She flipped her brown hair out of her eyes and looked at the cashier, "make that two." She nudged Drew out of the way, pulling out her wallet.

She grabbed her rollerblades and shoes, only one shoe on, and began following him. Reggie didn't quite understand him, but he was a decently interesting fellow. Her arm itched so she ran her fingers over the tape that covered her clock. "I'm Reggie, by the way. You're heading in the wrong direction, too."

"Oh my goodness. Coffee?!" Her eyes widened at the harmonious sound. Reggie had forgotten her weekly cup that morning, her mouth now watering at the sound. She no longer cared about the world's improvements or imperfections. Reggie wanted coffee.

"Because if everybody let the imperfections pass, that is all there would be. We'd still live in ravenous jungles, deserts, and forests. We strove to improve our living. If we hadn't, we wouldn't be sitting on this bench right now. We'd be hunting with our teeth." Reggie smirked, then looked down at his notepad, seeing the odd scribbles and broken pen. She took a deep breath and made another attempt at removing her rollerblade, finally succeeding.

"Of course you won't be." She smiled and sat herself on the bench, beginning to tug at her shoe again. "As I seem it, why worry about the imperfections of today or tomorrow when toucan think of the imperfections of the past and perfect them? At least that way we will have a nearly imperfect world by the time we do blow up." Reggie gave a cheesy smile and a wink. "Besides, it isn't the sun's fault it is going to die. Everything does at one point or another."