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The music plays but no one really listens to it.

The bell above the door to the bar tinkles merrily.

At first, he just heads to the counter, where his cold dinner is waiting for him, not even taking in the darkened bar. She straightens from wiping one of the tables and at the slight movement, he whisks around and looks at her. She meets his eye.

His clothes are rumpled and stained dark with blood and motorcycle oil. His eyes are searching hers as if they hold some hidden truth he should know about, as if there's something that he just can't grasp about her.

[i]Why are you still up? Why are you still here waiting?[/i]

She can't give him an answer for any of his questions, because she doesn't really know herself. To suffice for an answer, she flashes him a grin, because she can't pull off any other expression as well as this.

She hopes it reaches her eyes.

He shrugs, gives up trying to understand her endless vocabulary of sad smiles and happy frowns, and grabs the bag on the counter labeled "Dinner". Her eyes drop to the table as she hears the door slam and soon after, Fenrir starting up. She goes back to wiping the table as if he never came in.

The music's on but no one really listens to it.