<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/64fd/1tvsu2tw7wrv0fezg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Miguel Fernando Ángel Del Bosque<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside 'The Kensington', by his car,<em>around 9am or so</em>- then back inside the building, Tanner's apartment door.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, then Tanner Macklemore<br/><strong>Content:</strong>On the way from the apartment complex to his parked car. Finding the flyer for the restaurant opening.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See here (http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/52ea/awlmn20q3xctenzzg.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Dear God was it cold this morning.<br/><br/>So cold. Cold enough for Miguel to reach down and quickly zip up his green jacket, the moment he had stepped outside of the apartment building, and then he stuffed both hands into the jacket pockets, to keep his fingers cozy and warm. He was up quite early this morning, thanks to the rather annoying sound of his beeping cellphone, which wouldn't shut up. It had been the result of having forgotten to mute it, before he went to bed last night. Then again, the call had been quite pleasant, and good news were always appreciated. Just some days ago, Miguel had agreed to participate in a TV discussion for a local TV station in town, and this morning, it was all confirmed. Dates, and whatnot. One thing less to worry about.<br/><br/>Miguel had walked towards his parked car (http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/1741/30yl2lf7lv28mvyzg.jpg), and he had quirked a brow, once he spotted the small slip of paper behind one of the windscreen wipers.<em> 'Oh no, no ticket, please.' </em>he mused to himself, with a faint chuckle though. Wouldn't be the end of the world, and nothing that would put a damper on his quite decent mood this morning.<br/><br/>However, he reached into a pocket of his jacket, just to realize that he apparently forgot his car keys, up in the apartment. He groaned a bit, but then he laughed gently to himself. Where did he have his head this morning, hm? In bed, still, more than likely. On a long, sleep in session, of course, and on a day off of work, unless one of his clients would call. Ah well. But first, he wanted to find out if he'd gottan a ticket for parking on the wrong side or something. But, much to his delight, he quickly found out that it was no ticket on his windscreen - but a flyer for a restaurant opening.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">'"Come to the newest sensation in all of Chicagoland.  The talk of the town is Ricci's Little Sicily.  Come one and come all for the Grand Opening on Saturday November 1st.  We also feature a bar in the back that will surely be the new place to be for all of your festive parties.<br/><br/>The Restaurant opens at 11 AM sharp while the Bar opens at 5 PM sharp.<br/><br/>Be sure to bring your tastebuds and your friend's tastebuds too!<br/><br/>Spread the word to your friends and your loved ones.  We aim to please everyone with fine Italian cuisine that will make your mouth water and come back wanting more.  This is a promise from me, the Owner and Executive Chef."</span></div><br/>He smiled while he read over the announcement. Sounded good. Very good, indeed. A new restaurant never was a bad thing. Italian cuisine was exquisite, and good food was one of Miguel's passions, after all. Right after classic cars. The one he drove himself was something he had saved up to for quite a while, until he could fulfill himself the dream of owning such a classic vehicle. It was just one of those things that made live pleasant. Now and then, Miguel certainly knew how to pamper himself just right. And then he remembered his neighbour, and the offer for lunch. It was lunch, wasn't it? Ah well, he will find out, one way or another. Now - wouldn't this be a nice thing today, on his free day? Some nice lunch with his neighbour? Making friends, getting to know people and talking to new people was such a lovely thing sometimes. Miguel had always been a social person.<br/><br/><em>No five minutes later...</em><br/><br/>Miguel had stopped at his own apartment for a minute, to fetch the car keys he'd forgotten. Of<em>course</em>, they were right there, on the small glass table right next to the entrance door. Figured! After he'd drawn his own door shut again, he made the few steps towards Tanner's door, and he only knocked after he's heard some noises coming from inside. Wouldn't want to wake his neighbours.