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The girl finished clean, with a flip and smooth roundhouse that almost had Brendon applauding. Her grandmother certainly seemed to enjoy the show, giggling and clapping along like a child. He leant slightly closer, squinting, staring at the older woman's face when the girl span and shouted "You!" at him.

He didnt move as she strode towards him, smiled gently as she stopped, close, closer than he would have expected. Confrontational, aggressive, confident enough to challenge a guy she simply saw watching her practice, a skilled martial artist. This certainly was a chance meeting. Refreshing, too.

"You were watching?"

Short and to the point. Exactly what he'd expected. He took a breath, drawing out the answer longer than was necessary, just to see how the girl would react, then, slowly, made eye contact and smiled wider.

"I was." He said, leaning in slightly, towering over her and purposefully not telling her his name. "That a problem?" His eyes moved to the lady on the bench, and his head tilted to the side like a questioning puppy. "Is that your Grandma over there?" His tone was light, easy, as if nothing in the world was more natural than their conversation. "She seems to like watching you move. You're not too bad, either, I guess." With the last words, he grinned, waiting to see how this fiery little girl would react.