Attila had arrived earlier than he thought he would. He didn't really see anyone or anything interesting as he checked in. So, he just tucked his bags away in his cabin and gone for a run around the lake. He ran a few laps around it and something about the running just cleared his head of thoughts and worries. He was just focused, covering ground and sweating.<br/><br/>But something in the air, or maybe it was the way everything was reflected on the water's surface, reminded him of old times. Times of dreams and closeknit fun. Times of charm and trying to hard to impress a neighbor girl. Times before he had to really face the fat reality that we're all just alone.<br/><br/>The subtle nostalgia crept in and he stopped running. He went over to the lake, and catching his breath, took in his own reflection. Sweat soaked his hair and his black wifebeater and navy cargo shorts. The clothing clung to his muscular body. He decided it was enough for now. He'd lost count of how many laps he'd run anyway.<br/><br/>Walking back through the trails he saw a young woman with blue hair and a bad attitude. He didn't recognize her, at least not consciously, but he felt like he should talk to her.<br/><br/>"Hey, how's it going?" He started with a cocky grin.