Deep in thought, she didn't even notice that someone else was walking the alleys of the park. When she heard that voice so close to her, she almost jumped slightly, raising her hazel eyes to look at the young man. She frowned ever-so-slightly, suddenly wondering if she had seemed really off, and dark, and twisty.
"Hi," she greeted him, nodding quickly. "Yes, I... I'm fine," she assured him, her confused look asking for him to explain why he was there, talking to her.
He caught her confused look and how she'd answered his question. He thought about taking a step back from her, to try and show that he hadn't meant to startle her, but didn't actually do it. "Ok...You just seemed...well, I don't know...a bit lost?"he struggled for an explanation and he knew 'lost' hadn't been the best word he could've used. His more advanced vocabulary escaped him at the moment though.
She realized that her reaction had made the young man feel a little bit guilty, so she put on a warm smile, trying to convince him that everything was alright.
"Yes, I guess I was a bit... lost. It's okay," she replied. "I'm Idrys, by the way."
"I know the feeling," he told her. "And I'm Drew. At least...Drew is what everyone's been calling me; my full name's Andrew," he said, also returning the introduction.
"Andrew, that's a beautiful name. Do you mind if I call you Andy? I like it better than Drew," she smiled sweetly, then glanced down at the empty spot near her. "Do you wanna... have a seat?" she asked, gently raising her shoulder.
He nodded. "Yeah, you can call me Andy," he said. He'd actually been called that a lot more when he was younger. He then accepted the offer of taking a seat. His gaze traveled around the surrounding area. Not to make it any more awkward and not quite knowing what else to say, he decided on telling her a bit more about him...for no real reason. "I come from New York. My mother and friends used to call me Andy a lot," he said with a bit of a smile at the memories.
Hearing Andy's reply, her eyebrows shot up and she turned her brown eyes to look at him.
"So I am not the only American in Berlin, that is good to know. I'm from Texas," she smiled, surprised by the coincidence.
"Yes, I do," she said. "My parents are still in Texas, and I also have an older half-sister in New York, but I can't say that we are too close," she explained. "How about you?" she asked, not knowing that maybe it was not the best thing to ask, seeing that Andy's situation was... special.
"I...I uhh...lost my parents when I was young...They were killed in an accident in Manhattan..." he said. There was no point in lying. He'd been lying to almost everyone, even himself basically since he'd gotten on the plane for Berlin from LaGaurdia airport back in NY. "I live with my grandparents in Brooklyn after that."
"I'm... I'm sorry," she replied, gently raising her shoulders.
"It's ok. It wasn't your fault. And...in all reality...the accident was just what we call it...an accident. It just so happened that this one was a bit too serious," he said, his voice a bit quiet. He had always been somewhat shy after the accident killed his parents. He figured it was one of those things that had to do with the trauma and after-effects of losing his parents.