<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Jaxon could see the surprise on the young man's face at his approach, and again as he extended his hand. There was a small pause before the two of them shook hands, and whatever initial hostility Jaxon had walked in with was put behind them. The young man didn't seem to hold any of it against him either, even though Jaxon wasn't so sure he'd be as civil after being treated in such a way.<br/>
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“I don't imagine the food here is very good,” Jaxon spoke, indicating to the police station, his tone even, and some probably would have had a hard time realizing that the man had just made a joke because he didn't smile. Jaxon thought the gesture was one of politeness, and he would have never understood the way the young man had been staring at his ass on the way out, or that there was anything more to dinner than a show of appreciation. Still, Jaxon liked food.<br/>
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“Don't tempt me. I might take you up on the offer. I don't seem to have enough time to cook during the day,” Jaxon offered, indicating that he probably lived alone. “You said this is your families restaurant?” Jaxon wasn't going to try to pronounce the name of it, nor the way Gabriel said his own name. His annunciation was simple southern, and he'd never learned to get his tongue around any other language. When he was deployed they made sure he had a good translator when working with any locals. Jaxon was a good soldier, but language was not his strong suit and he proved incapable of sounding anything but offensive.<br/>
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Jaxon led them out to the parking lot, where his full-size chevy 1500 was parked. The white truck had its windows rolled down, and his dog was watching them from the front seat, attention directed towards his owner but he didn't step a paw outside of the car. Jaxon pointed and the animal hopped into the back seat.<br/>
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“Hope you're not afraid of dogs,” Jaxon murmured as he walked to the driver side door and climbed up. With the windows down the door was unlocked, and with a Malinois guarding his vehicle, and it being in front of a police station, he doubted anyone would be so stupid. The dog laid down as its owner turned the vehicle on, the low rumble of a diesel engine sounding. Jaxon left the windows down, as he was accustomed to do. He liked the fresh texas air, and it felt nice out as far as he was concerned.<br/>
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“You're going to have to tell me which way to go,” Jaxon indicated. He'd never used a GPS in the states, and the ones he used overseas were different. He was always pretty good with directions done the old-fashioned way. Jaxon pulled out, leaving the police station behind. The music was turned off. Jaxon liked to hear what was going on around him, and the music only distracted him from that. That meant there was silence in the cab, something Jaxon was comfortable with.<br/>
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“You might want to think about getting your fliers mailed out next time. It'd probably save you this sort of experience in the future. Good ol' Texans don't usually take kindly to people walking on their property,” Jaxon offered in way of advice. He didn't say why people might take poorly to it, but certainly, this young fellow could get himself into trouble with the wrong sort of people if he wasn't mindful. He wasn't trying to sound like a bigot, but with Gabriel's appearance, and accent, people were more likely to be hostile.</span></span>