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Monaco was a weird place, that was well decided honestly hours upon hours ago, so many it had slipped into days now, when had that happened, that she'd been around for days now, huh, maybe that was why the hotel staff was starting to learn her habits. Like wandering out at odd hours of the morning, unable to sleep and yet still looking chipper even if she went the lazy route in jeans, flip flops and a tee that was more for sleeping in then wearing out given it tended to slip off one shoulder. Really if someone wanted to critique her fashion choices at dark o'clock in the morning then they were the ones with issues, she was just hungry and hotel rooms weren't known for having kitchens, Zen considered herself lucky she had a tiny fridge and a coffee machine. Had found out the hard way there weren't a lot of choices of activities after say ten at night, which was a bummer, or she hadn't looked hard enough, either were possible, but there were a few random places to eat that were dead, but open, which was all that counted right now. Brought something small to work on to keep her mind busy, because she couldn't just eat, not when she still hadn't picked up a phone to play on yet, and off she went.



The diner barely had a soul in it past the working staff, so didn't have to wait for service, at all, which was amazing, even if the waitress grumbled at having to make coffee, there was a good chance that Zen wouldn't be going back to bed, that happened sometimes. Too many things going on in her mind to sleep for long, she'd nap at some point once the sun was in the sky and she was out of coffee again, right now she ordered waffles, because it was hard to get funky waffles, who messed up waffles, no one, that's who. Slightly burnt or undercooked they were still fine, just meant more syrup, easy fix, unlike her current project, which she set up now that her order was in, propped up the small screen she brought then started fiddling with the little mini computer. It was adorable, in her eyes, LCP-681, a tiny 6.5 by 6 by 2 inch computer, was an i7 processor or course, very little else was accepted by her. Zen didn't even notice the strange look she got when her coffee was dropped off, too busy staring at coding and muttering about downgrading windows back to 7 instead of the 8.1.



Was still pondering language options, because this computer was going to be for her car, and well Zen was never very good at sharing so why bother putting it in a language that was well known around here? That reasoning was honestly the whole reason she glanced up, to tap the stylist against the table, wondering why exactly the waffle had been dropped off. There was a person, a few tables away, and a grin stole over her lips, “Hey, random question, what's a language you never hear around here?” Well she wouldn't know she hadn't been in town a week yet, so might as well ask someone, he was just chilling on his own, so perfect person to ask, of course.

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Being so late and having an empty diner was nice. Usually this place was packed full of people, loud children, and pissed off waitresses. Well, honestly, the pissy waitress deal still applied here but they seemed a little less grumpy since it was quiet for once. Drew frequented the diner quite often, coming in before workouts to get his carb fix, often times after workouts just to chill or whenever he didn't feel like cooking…which was a lot. When you trained hardcore combined martial arts all day from morning til night you most certainly didn't feel like cooking. Another hour on his feet waiting for shit to cook wasn't his idea of fun so the diner always worked. Plus, if it wasn't too busy, he could nap while he waited for his dinner to be cooked and brought to him. The waitresses all understood now and they tended to find it funny that he was napping.

A voice caught his attention and he looked up, the question this girl asked taking a moment to register. His brain was on drowsy mode so he was a little slower than normal. Taking a deep breath to try and wake himself up, "Uhm…" he thought a moment, thinking of the languages he heard around here. Glancing down until he finally had an answer, he lifted a finger and pointed to her. "German. Only know of one person who speaks it." he nodded before he thought of something. "Wait…that code…you're coding for a car." his eyes narrowed in curiosity, the sleepiness making him actually want to talk. Drew wasn't the most talkative person in the world, he tended to communicate in grunts and shakes of his head. This woman caught him on a good day. "Nice laptop, too. How big is that?"
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Was a chance he wouldn't understand her, after all a good portion of the populace was suppose to be speaking the native language, which was French all in all, so if he didn't seem to hear her, or looked confused she'd flip over. One thing she had learned thus far though that sometimes it was surprising how many people did know English, so might as well start with that and if need be flip through languages. However this go around it worked out for her, and Zen was thrilled he acknowledged her, even before taking in that he went a step farther and answered her, even better, so many people would take random questions from strangers and dismiss them with rude glances. Was frustrating sometimes, so that he answered her, even if he did seem semi-zombie like in sleepiness, was awesome and had her giving an honest grin. German, hey she could swing German easily enough, it was the Germanic languages that she personally preferred anyway, so hey didn't that work out well?



Zenevieva, gave a little nod, “Thanks, you're awesome.” And went to poke a few things on the screen, clearly intent to go back to whatever she was doing, mostly because it didn't occur to her that he might say something else. Prolonged conversation wasn't exactly on her mind, and he was tired enough he most likely wanted to be left alone, by her reasoning, most people weren't as awake as her at this time of the morning. So when words were spoken, it took her a second to glance up with a slightly confused blink, wait, what, computer, right, blinked down at said computer, then back to him, “Oh, yes, this one is for a car.” Had to specify there, because was planning on doing another one for a bike, this one just happened to be for a car, so he was right on that front. Took her a second to realize he recognized the computer, mainly what it was for, oh well then wasn't he really awesome, and she was back to smiling, coding momentarily forgotten. “This is a bit of a bulkier model than the last one I did, 166 by 157 by 48 millimeters, but I was wanting to hit the one terabyte that it can handle before even touching DDR3 memory slots.” Not to mention the remote power and slightly larger cooling fan than the smaller model, was that a ramble, almost felt like a ramble, did that sometimes, at least she cut herself off before going on about the graphics or something, wouldn't that be embarrassing.



Course now instead Zen felt slightly out of place anyway, and after a small hesitation felt the need to explain, “Um, it's what I do, programming, well and other stuff, dealing with cars, a lot dealing with cars, or motorcycles, I like them too.” A shrug, off handed and maybe out of place, but didn't want to seem like she just randomly played with mini computers for no reason, wouldn't that be weird, or maybe over explaining was a problem too. “Know much about computers?” Well since he asked a question she could ask in turn, right? Seemed fair, besides he knew enough to know what she was working on instead of some random black box.

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Drew wasn't the most talkative guy in the world, he tended to speak in grunts and hmphs versus actually using his words. There was just something about talking that was far too energy wasting when he could use his energy for other things, like fighting or being observant. It seemed Zenevieva caught him at a good moment considering he was actually being curious and talking to her. Although, sometimes, it was actually nice to communicate to people at times since some of the human population stimulated his brain enough to entertain him. This girl was entertaining, or at least she was going to be, although he was lost as soon as she got beyond the measurements of her computer. Raising an eyebrow, he shook his head, "You've lost me, kid. I don't know computers outside of my cars intel network." Well, he did just give himself away as a racer, whatever, it was almost two in the morning and God knew this chick was just sliding through town. Although, not many people just passed through Monaco.

Shifting some and tapping the table in front of him as a way to tell her to come sit over with him, sipping at his drink. "I know jack about computers, but cars, now that I know a lot about. And MMA cage fighting," he nodded, crossing his arms on the table and leaning against them. He slowly looked the petite girl over, even if she wasn't that petite but everyone was petite compared to him, reading her quickly before deciding she'd be ok to talk to. "What kind of car you making that code for if you don't mind my asking? Classic American or foreign super car with a sleeper engine?" He smirked, knowing most super cars weren't sleeper cars anymore, especially when he thought of Regan's and her loud engine.
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German, could play with german easily, might switch it up here and there for kicks, different menu subs in a flip tongue, she'd keep up with it well enough, would keep her attention at least, and that was something she needed, even she'd admit it. She could rattle off specifics about a lot of things while she still typed out code, eyes glancing up in shifting glances to him, because couldn't ignore him, that'd be rude, and she wasn't rude. Intel networks, wasn't that a giggle, literally, she gave a small giggle, it escaped her and almost surprised even herself. Zen tilted her head, eyes on him now, racer huh, “Well that's par for the course really, so many only know their car, not realizing the computer is part of the car.” Words were with a playful lilt, because clearly she was different, of course, she was picky, and paid too much attention to detail, details made the world go round, racers tended to know their own stuff, if they were decent anyway, but rarely details, the little ones.

Glanced back down with a blink, then to her waffle she wasn't touched yet, right, was suppose to be eating, glanced at the syrup when a tapping yank her attention back to him, brain having already moved back to her dinner, or breakfast, one of the two, syrup or just butter? Tapping, oh, an invite, wait, really, hey, awesome! Suddenly she was on her feet, with a hyper hop, didn't have to tell her twice, though technically he didn't 'tell' her once, but same dif' to her. Was always better to have a person than to not, or she was just a people person, there was maybe that, still Zen was up, and in less than thirty seconds was back down, just at his table, nevermind the display screen was on the plate with the waffle, she was here with her stuff, smiling ever so brightly at him.

“Cars, yup, know lots and lots, it's what I do, cars, um, I mean building, and fixing, some other stuff too.” Other stuff, that was a good terminology, from her anyway, better than a ramble hopefully, “I don't know anything about MMA, much less when combined with cage fighting, I like cars, and programming, well I would hope so, given how much schooling I did, and certification, wow, lots of tests.” Not that she was complaining, not really, she did better with flat out tests than she did crazy classes and such. “What do you consider a lot?” Had to ask, computer forgotten, for that matter the waffle was forgotten again, all attention for the moment on him, fellow car people were awesome people, less boring arguments got brought up, mostly dealing with brands pretty much, dull, so dull.

“14' Viper, it's all shiny and new, well for me, always wanted to splurge, ok it's not really splurging, there are cars that handle better certainly, but it was like my favorite matchbox car, you know, tiny little Viper, so now it's my big toy car.” Well that or a Corvette, sometimes it was a toss up, so of course when fate threw a chance for a viper she took it, it was pretty, so pretty, she'd just tinker with it some of course. Only bounced a little in her chair, spiffy conversation at whatever o'clock this was, she liked it, worked great for her, he was still kind of zombie like, but hey he'd been the one that kept talking. “You? I mean if you don't mind asking, some people don't like sharing, I find it funny honestly.”

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