There was one man that almost always came along with her work times, and he also always was alone. Juliet felt kinda sorry, but she also saw this as her chance to get a friend. Maybe he'd been isolated too for some kind of reason, and they could find the comfort of socializing in each other. Maybe he'd just tell her to fuck off, but then that would just be it and maybe she was still not suitable for friendship.
Juliet shook her head at herself as she got rid off the last of the weeds that were growing inbetween her beautiful flowers to throw them into her gardening bucket together with the used gloves and her tools. She knew she looked like some dumb little girl covered in dirt (hell, she was some dumb little girl covered in dirt, if she was honest), so maybe he'd just look at her with disgust and leave.
After all, the man always looked like he had a very good hygiene routine, always all clean and tidy and well dressed (at least well enough) with his black hair neatly done and his flawless, light skin.
From what she saw, Juliet would say he looked Asian. She couldn't quite tell where exactly he came from, and honestly - she didnt know what, for example, Scotland was anymore either, though it was a part of her heritage. The world just kinda... broke. And it was already broken when she was born.
Lithuania had been fine, since, from what she learned, the Baltic states tried to stay out of the conflict but nevertheless got dragged into it by the fact that they were basically between Russia and the other side of Europe.
The world only was the continents now. The countries mostly broke down after all, whatever Scotland was did also.
So saying he was Asian was probably the closest Juliet could get anyways. Saying that she was European was the closest to what she understood herself.
And damn her, she thought a lot about that boy. Wondered what his eye color looked like, since she never saw that from how he walked past her. Would they be brown? Brown would definitely fit to the rest of his appearance.
He looked tense, though. As tense as Juliet felt whenever she saw the sun set slowly in the far, far horizon.
This might imply that he had something dark following his path, wherever he went, even in the park she cared about so desperately.
Juliet wondered if he ever noticed her at her spot while gardening. It was unlikely, for sure, since she mostly already wore clothes that didnt make her stick out in the park. She kinda jus became the nature from time to time.
Juliet sheepishly wiped the dirt of her hands off on her gardening pants, freeing her hair from the messy ponytail and took the bucked in the hand to take it a few steps with her before considering it again and letting it settle down on the ground once again.
She was done with one part of the park but not done with her whole task, so if the talk went horribly wrong and she'd proven herself right that she shouldn't try to get friends she could just go back to work and sulk further.
Juliet took a deep breath as she looked for the man and where he was right now - she was sure that she'd seen him around when she'd started out thinking so much. Starting out as she had wondered what rank that boy could possibly have.
Juliet found herself hoping that he'd be on her rank too, so that their friendship wouldn't even start to get frowned upon. Also if there ever was romance... no, there couldn't be romance if the person had a different rank than her. But if that ever happened, it'd be a catastrophe.
Juliet tried to hurry up so she could get to him before he left the park, since, if she already didn't complete her work in one, she didn't need to add leaving the park to the list. On the other side, she really didn't know the world of the Box outside of her home, the park, the club, and the way she had to take to come to those places each. If he was to take a route Juliet never even saw, she'd definitely use him.
So the Lithuanian speeded up, running towards him now, hoping that he wouldn't turn around and think she was following him (even if she was, but not for the reasons he'd probably think why she did that). She'd mastered running away from time to time without making noise, so running towards someone without making noise and startling him should be actually possible for her.
That must be the good side of growing up with quite traumatizing parents where you try to escape every now and then by just coming out of the house for just an hour, two hours had been the maximum.
But now she didn't even have to escape anything (except her loneliness, maybe), but rather to find something new.
Her heart was beating really fast when she finally was basically at his side, only for her to come a bit more forward to turn around, walking backwards, but slowing him down immediately because if he didn't do that he'd run into her.
Yes, that was the plan.
Force him to notice her for that moment at least.