Liuk, hands in his trouser pockets, took one out and stepped closer to Leon, touching his shoulder.

"Are ye not afraid of bumping into someone by accident?"

The blond turned his head to look at him.

"They're in my blind spot, but I'm not in theirs. If I bump into someone, I don't think it's my fault."

"But what if ye get hurt? Hit yer head on a wall or something?"

"Well... then I should go to hospital?"

He quickly lifted his head.

"No! Then I should just go home and use ice!"

"I'd prefer the hospital idea," Liuk replied, trying to match his pace.

"Really? I don't like it that much," he shrugged.

"Regardless of where ye go, the important thing is that ye're alright."

Leon stopped with a heavy step in the middle of the crowd.

"Since when do ye care so much about whether I hit my face off a wall?! I can take care of myself just fine! I've done it for years and I'm still alive!"

"Exactly," Liuk stepped closer.

"If ye were alone for so long, don't ye think it's time to have at least one person around?"

The two stared at each other, locked in their gaze.

Leon clicked his tongue and stepped back.

"Alright then, am I yer shadow now?"

"It was ye who invited me... so ye did it willingly, didn't ye?"

Leon clenched one fist and kept the other firmly on the watch box.

"Maybe..."

"I told ye before that 'maybe' isn't an answer to me."

"You're very complicated, Luke!"

"It's Liuk."

"Whatever."

he replied, continuing to walk while Liuk followed again.

Liuk stepped closer and touched his shoulder once more as they walked.

"Why are ye dressed like that? The air conditioning isn't that strong."

"You're asking too many questions. It's annoying me."

Liuk let go of his shoulder and Leon started walking faster.

"Sorry, but when ye go out with someone I think it's normal for that to happen."

Leon let out a low growl and sighed slowly.

"Fine then. If that's how it is, don't machine-gun me with questions. Ask one at a time."

They finally arrived at a restaurant, ordered their food, and sat down at a table.

"So... what do ye work as?" Liuk asked.

"I..."

Leon slowly lowered his head. His fingers interlaced and began fidgeting, moving awkwardly.

"Ye don't work?"

"No, wait! I do work!"

He quickly looked up.

"I'm... a gardener! That's it."

"A gardener? That's a lovely job," Liuk smiled, relaxing in his chair while the food hadn't arrived yet.

"But I don't think a gardener earns enough to buy a watch like that. Have ye been saving for a while?"

Leon looked at the box again, lightly touching it.

"Seems like I'm more economical than ye thought. Don't ye do that?"

"I do, definitely. I really value the money my sister earns, since that's what we have to survive on while I haven't figured out what I'm doing yet."

He leaned back toward the table.

"Don't ye know any place where I could work?"

"Hm... not that I know of."

"Yeah... once again I get that news. Is this country really that competitive?"

"Well, we're on the border of the United Kingdom. I've heard many people cross it or come from outside."

Leon glanced at Liuk's slightly trembling fingers.

"Ah, right! It's a very interesting country, but I feel like it rains more than it gets sun."

"That's a fair observation... but I had another one."

"Another observation?"

Leon nodded.

"And what would that be?"

Leon closed his eyes slightly, one hand on the back of his neck. He opened them again and pointed at Liuk.

"Ye're definitely not from here. Where do ye come from, Lilik?"

Liuk froze slightly, coughing softly and giving a small impressed smile.

"What makes ye think that? My accent?"

"That's the obvious one. The second was that notebook I saw ye writing in."

A drop of sweat formed on Liuk's forehead. He gave a dry laugh.

"That notebook... it's one of the most important books to me."

"Once ye told me it was a dictionary."

"Yes! And dictionaries are important, aren't they?"

Suddenly the waiter arrived with their order, giving a small nod of thanks.

"I see... or rather, I think I do," Leon replied, starting to eat as well.

After a few minutes, Liuk stopped and pointed his fork at Leon.

"We're not at some billionaire party... why do ye eat like that?"

"Habit."

"Nice strange habit," he muttered.

"But ye still haven't answered my question. What language was that in yer notebook? Nothing will change between us if ye tell me where ye're from."

Leon asked again while continuing his meal.

"Why do ye want to know so badly?"

"Curiosity. I started studying geography recently."

Liuk let out a heavy sigh, staring at his plate and interlocking his fingers, fidgeting awkwardly.

"I'm... Ukrainian."

Leon kept eating normally and swallowed.

"And I'm British. Nice to meet ye in this country of orange and green flags."

"That's it?"

"What did ye expect? A fancy celebration just because ye're not Irish?"

"It's not that..."

He ran a hand through the side of his head, biting his lip.

"It's nothing, forget it."

Their lunch continued, but Liuk clenched his fist tightly, trembling at the table.

"Careful, if ye shake too much you'll break the table," Leon commented.

"Right... got it."

"Do ye train a lot?"

"A lot."

"Hm... I suppose it's another way we talk."

"Yeah. Definitely another way we talk, Leon..."

Liuk paused, straightening his posture and staring directly at him.

"Ye rarely call me by name... I'm flattered, dear Lipoki."

"At least I get yer name right."

Liuk laughed.

"Yer name's too hard."

"It's just four letters."

"Let me make my excuses in peace! Don't correct everything I say!"

he huffed.

"Alright, Mr Perfect," Liuk replied, trembling softly.

"It's complicated seeing someone like ye this close..." Liuk thought, tightening his grip on the fork.