Watch Where You're Going! (Jack, Open)

[Avina Paccius]

Melony was taking a jog, early in the brisk morning. The sun had already smiled upon the busy Paris. She watched carefully among the drivers of the road, as she crossed sections of sidewalks and roads, to complete her run. 

It was a Saturday, so school wasn't in session. She enjoyed her weekends whenever she could, but she usually took time to study. She smiled as some teen students passed her by in a car;; she waved at them. 

She cut around a corner, and kept running her morning off. She thought of her mum, and wondered if she'd be home from the hospital yet;; she was a busy surgeon, and almost always kept at her work. Rose was always lonely at home;; she wasn't particularly social, and couldn't make enough friends to keep a chat going ~ no matter how much her list had collected on Facebook. 

She took a turn around a sharp corner, only to crash into Jacksoπ Flεtchεr .

[Jacksoπ Flεtchεr]

    The young man sighed, lifting his left arm to check the watch he was wearing. If anyone who knew him had seen him with a watch on his wrist, they might remark at how uncharacteristic it was of him. Usually, he would simply check his phone to see what the time was. He had no need of a watch.

    Unfortunately, Jack had forgotten the phone in his apartment and hadn't bothered to return for it yet. Anyways, once he'd laid eyes on the wristwatch, he'd quickly commandeered the device for himself. After all, it's not like it's previous owner was going to be needing it, considering the rapidly cooling pool of blood the young man had found him in. And so that's the story of how Jack came to be wearing a watch and checking it for the time at that particular instance. The end. Wait, it's not the end? Oh, very well. Let's continue.

    After waking up some time the night before, still not entirely used to the timezone difference between the two countries, Jack had found himself unable to sleep. So he'd gone out, figuring he'd get a drink, kill a few people, and pass out in his room an hour later. It hadn't turned out quite like he'd hoped but that was a story for another time. Now it was morning and Jack was still wandering the city, trying to think of ways to stay awake until it was his proper bedtime.

    Jack lifted his arm, his left arm, turning the top of his wrist so he could check the time on his borrowed watch, causing his palm to be facing out somewhat, fingers not too particularly clenched. He made the unfortunate mistake of doing this just as he was turning a corner. The young man bumped into someone. A young woman he would've seen coming if he'd been paying attention. But he hadn't been. Because of the way he'd been lifting his wrist to check the time, Jack's hand had happened to be about chest height with the girl when he bumped into her.

    The young man looked up, a confused expression on his face, having felt his raised palm make contact with something soft during the collision. As realization of what he'd accidentally done dawned, Jack's face flushed a bright red. H-her b-b-b-, even his thoughts were stuttering. Immediately, the young man began to attempt to stammer out an apology.

[Avina Paccius]

As her head bobbed back with drops of scarlet, a bloody nose. 

Instantly, she felt the anger well up. But she realized what happened. He felt her breasts! No, no no...oh....no damn way!

She clenched a fist and immediately threw it at his face, hoping to leave a mark. Her anger was a brutal chain around her, and she often thought with violence. 

"Oh, so you like to feel stranger's tits, right?" she felt her jaw tighten. She took a step back to blow off some steam. It wasn't right...
Of course she knew she might have been cause for the collision, and the fact that he touched her boob was an accident, she still couldn't help but feel the need to defend her "honor" as a woman. 

She threw in a slap for fun, but it wasn't particularly hard. If she kept it up, she'd probably be arrested, so she breathed in deeply, and exhaled as she took a step back. She was not going to apologize though. She expected him to. 

[Jacksoπ Flεtchεr]

    "Meep!" The young man yelped, never managing to finish his stammered apology, barely dodging out of the way of the enraged young woman's attacks. It had been an accident!

    If Jack could just get two seconds to explain that to her then she would understand maybe stop trying to murder him. He didn't really understand what she was so upset about. So he'd accidentally touched her b-b-breast. So? Maybe he felt just a violated! He hadn't touched her breast, her breast had touched him! Inwardly, the young man couldn't help but roll his eyes at that silly thought. It sounded like bullshit even to him and he'd been the one to come up with it!

    "It was an accident!" Jack said, barely dodging the follow up slap that came after the punch. "Calm down, please. I know some people don't like the way my face looks but that's no reason to try to forcefully rearrange it!" His face flushed. The entire incident was extremely embarrassing for him. He'd accidentally felt up a random stranger in public. An attractive stranger, Jack was just now noticing, which somehow made it even worse for him!

[Avina Paccius]

A few deep breaths and exhales, and she resigned her fists from face contact. "Whatever man, you should just watch where you're going," she commented cooly. And then his accent registered within her head...

"Oh! You're American! I should have known!" she steamed. "They always want the young French girls...there's plenty of them, but I'm not for sale!"

She could not stand foreigners. They thought that all French women were whores, so it would seem. And as of late, many foreigner have polluted Paris, and it wasn't something good. Soon enough, Melony would not be surprised to find half the population speaking English;; of course, she was one of them, though. She was worried it would become an official language, or even the official language. 

She glared at him. "Well, you might as well tell me your name. You've already been introduced to more of me than I'd like you to meet," she said. 

[Jacksoπ Flεtchεr]

    "Wow, wow, wow," This was getting out of hand! Now poor Jack was being accused of attempting to solicit sex from a girl who looked like she hadn't even graduated high school yet. He definitely had no intentions of trying to purchase her or any other girl for that matter! "No one said anything about girls being for sale!"

    The young man's mind began scrambling, attempting to think of a way to turn this around. Jack really didn't like the thought of where this was headed. An image of him being escorted away by the police and charged with sexually assaulting and attempting to solicit sex from a minor flashed through his head. Oh hell no. Sure he could teleport away but jack didn't like the thought of someone thinking that he was a pervert.

    "I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention when I was rounding that corner and I bumped into you. It could've happened to anyone. I'm Jack. I really am sorry by the way." He smiled, trying to get past the initial awkwardness and fearing for his life thing but still looking slightly embarrassed. "Um. You are?"

[Avina Paccius]

"Chill out, dude!" she said in a peculiar English, with a sloppy French accent.  Melony blew a strand of her from her face. Damn he's cute...to bad he isn't for sale, she thought. 

"Jack...that's your name?" she sounded surprised. "I'm Melony," she introduced herself. "So, uh, what are you doing in Paris? In France? I know Americans travel all the time, but they always crowed around that damn Eiffel," she still sounded exasperated. 

Melony was feeling a sort of subtle anger boiling like water behind her cheeks, thought she was sure it wasn't visible. She could punch a hole through a wall right now, with what anger she had. 

She he reached into her pocket and grabbed a piece of him. "Want a piece?" she mouthed as she chewed. "It's cheap, but it'll make your breath smell better than it does now."

[Jacksoπ Flεtchεr]

    Jack ran one hand through his hair and smiled, relief evident on his face. He wasn't going to be accused of sexual assault and, now that he was no longer staring at an arrest, the young man noticed she was fairly cute and not quite as pissed as he'd initially feared. He hadn't been expecting to make a new friend in Paris, but now Jack thought that might be a real possibility.

    "Why so surprised?" Jack tilted his head slightly, curious at her reaction to his name. Melony's accent reminded him of someone he was pretty fond of. "As for why I'm in Paris. Well, I'm here on business. Sort of."

    Noticing the young woman seemed somewhat irritated at the mention of tourists, Jack felt the need to give her a reassuring smile. "You don't have to worry about me, Melony. I've never had much interest in being a tourist. They can be so rude." It was true enough. Even though he could travel across the world instantly, Jack rarely did so for the sights. He mostly traveled somewhere to kill someone. Usually several someones.

    "Problem with my breath?" The young man asked, raising an eyebrow. Was he being insulted? Jack supposed it didn't matter, really. "Sure. I'll take a piece."

    Jack looked around. He was hungry but wasn't quite ready to leave Paris. "Know any good places around here to sit, maybe grab something to eat?"