sun of a gun

Minos covered himself with a hoodie, barely letting any sun go near his face. Sure, it made him completely blind and he was probably getting lost, but it didn't matter. As long as nobody recognized him, he would be fine. Just fine.

Clutching a sketchbook under his jacket, Minos shut his eyes before he abruptly bumped into someone. After all, it was better to be safe than sorry.

Patricia smiled as she saw the sun shining in the sky. She loved it whenever the sun shone in St. Petersburg, especially in the winter. It wasn't cold enough to wear a coat, but she could feel icicles tingling on her skin.

As she walked, she bumped into someone. "I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, taking a few steps back. "I didn't mean to!"

Minos raised an eyebrow when he heard the voice exclaiming apologies. They were familiar. Too familiar. He knew this one... it lingered in his head since he was a teenager... he knew this! If only he could remember...

Oh bloody hell.

"It's alright, Patricia," he replied, emphasizing her name, "I forgive you, don't worry."

Patricia's mouth gaped open. How could he still be here? She expected him to go away and do something else after he graduated Durmstrang. But she was wrong. Really, really, really wrong.

"M-Minos?" she gasped, turning around to face the hooded figure. "What are you doing here? Out of all places, why do you choose here?"

Minos raised an eyebrow at Patricia's sudden outburst. Feeling slightly safer now, he took down his hood and faced the girl he had on his mind. She grew a helluva lot prettier than the last time he saw her, and she was beautiful back then.

"I live here?" he hesitantly replied, "a better question would be: what are you doing here, Patricia?"