[ Vincent isn't looking for anything - in fact, he's not looking much at all. He's walking slowly along the street, his eyes on the sky and his expression uncharacteristically somber. Any passersby are ignored in favour of the memories he's walking just as slowly through.
Don't worry, Spain, he hasn't noticed anyone today. It's not just you. ]
( ( Okay, he remembers Taiwan went straight and then there was a turn at a fork and. . . which turn did she make? He decides to take a chance and try one turn. In front of him, he sees someone with black hair and his heart! He breaks into a run and reaches to grab the man, ) )
[ Either out of instinct or realization, Vincent turns at the last second to face the approaching man, taking a step back to avoid a collision.
Somehow, the collision comes anyway: Vincent's heart crashes in his chest when he recognizes that face, hardly a day older than the morning they said goodbye. Of all the ungodly coincidences... ]
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Don't worry, Spain, he hasn't noticed anyone today. It's not just you. ]
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¡Aye! Wait. . . !
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Somehow, the collision comes anyway: Vincent's heart crashes in his chest when he recognizes that face, hardly a day older than the morning they said goodbye. Of all the ungodly coincidences... ]
... Antonio?
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Sí, sí, it's me, Vicente! ( ( He's breathless! Not from the run but from his racing heart, ) ) I knew-- I knew you were here!
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