<div class="floatleft">(https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XjI4RDFvNWY/VsN6ygK2XFI/AAAAAAAC_9Y/ZIn8Wp2nF6I/s1600/ed%2Bskrein%2Bmuscles.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dalys Xavier Armstrong Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369109#msg12369109)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>San Francisco | Aug. 3rd, 2017 | Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Sarah | Closed<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/>The sounds of Jay-Z and Kanye were pumping steadily into his ears as he walked down the sidewalk. Sunglasses protected his blue eyes from too warm summer sun while a plain, tan colored fitted cap covered his short hair. He was dressed casually, with his hands tucked into his pockets, but the pristine quality of his white t-shirt and the rather precise cuffs that encircled his biceps along with the crisp look of his cargo shorts and boots made him stick out ever so slightly among the various people traveling to and fro. It seemed he hadn't completely abandoned<em>all</em>the habits that had been hammered into him. In fact, it was his first day in San Francisco and rather than simply taking it easy or using jetlag as an excuse already Xavier was getting down to business.<br/><br/>His flight had landed earlier that morning and after being picked up by an old buddy he'd gone through basic with that he'd be staying with for the few days he was to be out west, he'd dropped his things off and set out on foot to get a good feel for the area and what sort of things were around. Truth be told, he wasn't so much worried about San Francisco in general but finding a place to live seemed like it was going to be a nightmare. The very idea of moving in and of itself seemed like a hassle but his buddy had been making noises about wanting to sell his father's auto shop and well... one thing had led to another and Xavier was out here looking around.<br/><br/>It was likely that talk of money and all that official business wouldn't happen for a couple days. His buddy was busy prepping for his upcoming wedding and his own intended move to another country but they'd have time to catch up and all that later. For now, Xavier was content with looking at apartment buildings and other open spaces as he tried to decide between renting another apartment or possibly looking for a house for himself. He'd always hoped to have a place of his own to be quite honest. At one point he'd simply assumed he would have, as well as someone to share it with, but things hadn't gone as planned. He technically still had his family's property back in Louisiana but Xavier had no desire to ever set foot in that state again if he could help it. So he'd gone first to Florida and then to Boston where he'd stayed to finish out his degree. Now that that was done however, it was time to look for some place he might truly be able to settle. Maybe put down some roots. Right?<br/><br/>Hell, he didn't know. It all felt sort of empty these days. Hollow and unimportant. It was something he was trying to push past but it wasn't easy. This at least, coming out to San Francisco to have a look around, that seemed a step in the right direction.<br/><br/>Finally spotting one of the addresses he'd looked up prior to coming on this trip Xavier turned to head inside the building, catching the door just as an older woman came up. Smiling politely he removed his hat and held the door for her while she wheeled her little two wheel cart out and past him. It seemed she liked the look of him because he got far more than just a polite smile back in return. He'd thought to ask where the office or landlord was but not wanting to encourage her too much, he opted to simply nod and figure it out on his own.<br/><br/>Shaking his head, Xavier stepped fully inside the building and let the door close behind him, removing his sunglasses and tucking them away. The landlord knew he was stopping by today but they hadn't set a specific time so he didn't have to worry about whether he was early or late. It was a good thing too. Because the moment the ghost that had been haunting him the past decade crossed his path everything else ceased to exist.<br/><br/>"Sarah?"<br/><br/>Her name slipped out of his mouth in a dark rumble and without thinking he quickly reclaimed the few steps he'd taken past her. His eyes landed on her face, drinking in her features within milliseconds and just as quickly his hand came up, grabbing her arm none too gently--though not so carelessly as to truly hurt her.<br/><br/>"You're just gonna walk past me? Like I don't exist?!"<br/><br/>His tone was harsh as he pushed her back toward the wall, his whole being practically vibrating with the surety that that this woman was Sarah. Sure, she looked different. Time hadn't treated her badly at all. But he'd know his Sarah<em>anywhere</em>. It was her. And he was PISSED.<br/><br/>