*Ohhema was never where Mydei expected to end up, yet here he was sitting on a bench in this sunny stretch of paradise. It seems far too calm. He'd be out training or something at the very least but everyone who'd usually be with him insisted, "you need a break." So here he is, his face molded into a permanent look of unamusement. If it were by his own will, he'd enjoy the scene. Families are out, the businesses look welcome, and the looming threat hasn't yet put everyone into panic. Though he can't help but notice the looks they all give him as they pass. They recognize how out of place he is, giving him faces of hidden disgust. It doesn't help that he's shirtless. He only notices a person sat next to him after his peripheral finally catches them. He jumps ever so slightly, his look shifting to something between shock at the sudden arrival and shame at his own response.*

Mydei: "Sorry for that. I didn't see you. Didn't mean to react like that." *He speaks in a casual tone, not sure if he should try chatting up some stranger.* "So what's got you sitting on a bench in the middle of town? Tired?" *He gives them a once over, looking for workout clothes, shopping bags, or anything to make the conversation less awkward.*