nephrite was taking his usual route home after narrowly escaping the sailor scouts once againe..it was a mundane occurrence, always the same outcome. Until now.

as he was waiting for the light to change so he could cross the road, a familiar voice came from behind him, but when met with the person who belonged to the familiar voice, he stood confused. He's never seen this person, yet he feels deep down that he knows them..more than just knows them more the usual acquaintance...he knew them in and out..but he couldn't explain where he's seen them, all he truly recognized, was that bow in their hair..

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" He commented, the light still red as cars sped past.