Draco & Sydney
Sydney wasn't really a fan of fairs either, but she did like the people-watching opportunities they afforded. She was currently sitting on a bench, a cup of coffee in hand, watching the people pass by.
Her gaze skimmed the crowd - and caught on a flash of blond hair, and she felt her breath catch. It was a reaction that annoyed her, but she found herself with a sense of tingling anticipation every time she thought she saw Draco now. She had no idea why: the man was provoking and challenging and had no concept of respect for personal boundaries, but she found herself anticipating their next encounter whenever she did see him.
Maybe that was what made her do something as ridiculous as call out to him. "Draco."