<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/73b31295bc3727bd330adbc585e67ef6/tumblr_mnnmpbJtEG1qhv5sho7_1280.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Joao Silvas</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13115438#msg13115438)<br/><br/><strong>Date:</strong>April 1, 2017<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Pacific Heights, unnamed walking/running trail<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sara McComb<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>... and now making plans<br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>She was rambling as much as he was and, oddly enough, he found the same comfort in that she did, unbeknownst to him.  Looking back, he'd surely laugh at himself for half of the things he said, especially what he said next.  "I'm fine with ordering them pizza if you want to go out just the two of us," he volunteered, not realizing just how forward it sounded but was the un-distilled truth of his thoughts, "I mean," he started to hedge, but her words about walking somewhere meshed perfectly.  "Oh, there's a really good little Italian place not too far from here, Jackson Fillmore<em>Trattoria</em>," he rattled off, the Italian turned just a bit Portuguese as his accent took over, "Atrium at seven, done?" he wove between her comments.<br/><br/>Wiping the last bit of sweat from his neck with the back of his head, he comforted her, "I promise I'm not either.  Its just... I got tackled by a dog and met his beautiful owner, nothing like I expected to come of the run."  It was a bit thick and obviously flirty but he just wanted to make her smile.  That was his real test of relationships and people - if he could make a woman smile with his jokes and teasing, there was a chance; compatible humor and personalities meant a lot more than physical attraction, but Sara wasn't lacking in that department.  John had wasted enough years on what he now knew was a bad relationship.  "Promise I'll be much more collected tonight."<br/><br/>John involuntary glanced in the direction of the towers when she mentioned neighbors, eyes rolling upwards as he thought.  "I've 'met' some of the neighbors, passed in the hall, waved as we came and went, but beyond just a handful, no one really interesting.  I would have remembered anyone who would treat someone like Pepe as a pest.  Unfortunately you get people like that."  Shifting on his feet, he let a moment of silence float between them, giving him time to smile and take a breath, reset his thoughts and take a good look at her, fiery red hair framing her face.  [color]"I'm headed back, want to walk with me?"[/color] he offered, halfway tempted to offer his arm, but instead deciding not to treat this as if it were the 18th century.  "So who else have you met?  Its a bit embarrassing that you've met more people in a day than I have in a few weeks..."<br/><br/>