St Petersburg was hot. Awfully so. Stifling even

You walked down the street, gripping your purse tightly within your jacket, so caught up in the fear of being pickpocketed you didn't realise until it was too late and a man slammed into you

"My- apologies. I did not intend to put you out." He voiced from above you, seemingly half paying attention. "I- yes I suppose-"

He reached out, helping you up. You got a good look at him. Handsome. Dark eyes and chestnut hair, tall and well built yet slim. He had the same hungry desperateness as you. The same touch of poverty. Hunger for knowledge as well as food. His eyes looked manic yet distant as he let go of your hand, glancing out and away.