He'd been sitting in a posh little tea-shop right at the edge of Malabar Hill when he'd heard about the holistic shop and had immediately set out to find it. He'd been in Mumbai for less than two months, having left Britain right after Theo's birthday. Hermione and Draco had been there, one of Hermione's first public appearances since she'd disappeared a decade before. The media had gone wild, of course. Questions about where she'd gone, what she'd done, circulating through the papers and over the Wireless. Her appearance on Draco's arm had caused even more a frenzy, which hadn't seemed possible. Blaise, who had spent months brutally quashing his feelings for the woman (something that had been made easy as she and Draco had started traveling rather extensively once she'd regained some strength and would remain gone for long periods of time), had been unable to deal with the speculation and the obsession the media'd had with them and had left Britain rather quickly. He cared for her still, he knew and accepted that. Recognized that the love he felt for her was born of something that hadn't been real and had certainly been toxic. But, no matter how hard he'd squashed and pushed and shoved, he hadn't quite gotten rid of those feelings. Leaving seemed the best option. Not running, he told himself (and had told Theo and Pansy and, rather awkwardly, Draco), just getting away from it all. He'd be back, he'd told them. Once he'd gotten some time and distance from the situation.