<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 7:12 AM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Closed, Olivia<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Inspecting his work<br/><hr/>The notion of flying with someone daily was an amusing one, it earned her an equally amused little chuckle. “I think you're plenty special,” He commented while she mulled over the choice. He found it perhaps a bit strange that she was spending time deciding if it was something that she wanted to do, for him it seemed like a great opportunity. If nothing else they were both Evolved and they could talk hobbies for an evening, get away from the work and all. So needless to say he was thankful when she approached with the paper and he took it from her extended hand. His lips cocked to the side in a lopsided smile and he nodded her. “Here at seven. I wouldn't miss it.” He said, lowering his head in what was likely some sort of half chivalrous bow, before taking a couple of strides back; he bent down and snatched up his coat, tugging it over his shoulders and covering his wings fully once more. “I'd like to think we will.” He held up the paper to confirm before spinning on his heels and tugging the door open, so she could resume her work and he could go do other things while the day went by.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>* * * * *</strong></div><br/>While in town Jason didn't have access to his own car(s), so instead he rented – there was no way in hell that he was going to be caught in a cab if he could get around it. When Jason rented, especially in places like this, he had a flare for going above and beyond. They weren't his babies, and probably not anything he'd ever go out of his way to own, just because they were impractical, but they sure were fun to play around with for a couple of days. So no doubt when he pulled into the parking lot of the little Greek place - about fifteen minutes before seven – in the white with black trim Lamborghini Aventador he stood out.<br/><br/>Due to his condition it was always difficult to really dress up – something he actually regretted not being able to do. The number of parties had he and Elena skipped because there was just no convincing way to pull off a trench coat in that kind of company was staggering. On the other hand it kept him away from the boring people that usually occupied those parties. Even without that though he and his wife couldn't go out fancily, or when they did it had to be her dressing up. He worked with what he had. Some pretty casual off white slacks and a skin tight pure white tee that clung to his chest. Of course with the same heavy leather coat he'd been wearing earlier draped over it.<br/><br/>When he stepped out and got away from the car, heading for the door, he saw her little wave from that red dress and grinned. His hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat and he made his way up to her, “Well so long as you don't know that I spent about twenty minutes trying to find it,” He quipped. “You look wonderful, by the way.”<br/><br/>Jason tugged a hand from his coat and offered it out to her – he was nothing if not gentlemanly, perhaps even a little overly so given the day and age. It had to do with where he was no, versus where he had come from. He was very familiar with humility, and his parents had instilled – or attempted too anyway – very grass roots ideas into his head. He hadn't seen many chances to uses those things growing up, but when he'd come to America with Elena, and found himself in a completely different world he was easily able to adapt. He did paused when she mentioned going dutch and shook his head, “No dutch, this is my treat.” He insisted, leading her towards the front doors. “I'm glad you showed up early too. I was worried I might look a little silly sitting here waiting for you.” He chuckled, tugging the door open for her and letting her slip in before him.<br/><br/>“So what's good here?” He questioned, offering his arm once more to her and waving with his other arm for her to take her pick of location and lead them in.