<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/CarlosFreire.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Eric Salvatore (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10476534#msg104765341), Lifeguard<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Aki<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Front door<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday August 2nd, evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>dark blue cargo shorts, blue beach shoes (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/CarlosFreire.jpg), white shirt.<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Eric listened to her talk, smiling and nodding slightly here and there to let her know that he had her undivided attention. He realized that he knew next to nothing of her family or if the notion of honor and tradition that was depicted in moves was anything close to the truth when it came to her family. Being American, though, Eric suspected that her family might have adapted to the looser ways of the North American, rather than try to force a strict code of conduct upon the kids.<br/><br/>“Ah yes, my mother had my father by the same strings. I think my father could not cook himself an egg without leaving half of it in the bottom of the pan, burned to a char.” Eric said, a roguish grin playing on his lips. He nodded again here and there, smiled when she spoke of one of her brother and then frown when she spoke of the other. “It’s harsh, and sad, but I hope that you and him will come to be able to talk about your job one day without having him overreact.” Eric said and he squeezed her hand gently to comfort her.<br/><br/>“My mother knew it was good money. It was keeping me out of the streets, so she wasn’t too bothered. She asked me to be careful not to come back with a bus full of illegitimate kids because she’d make sure I’d take care of each and every one of them.” Eric said and he shook his head slightly, a smile on his lips. “We talk once a week, with Skype.” He said, following her toward the place where she wanted to sit, because if he didn’t care where they ended up sitting she sure seemed to have a purpose of some kind. “My father was proud of his son. He’s been in an accident a few years back, as you know. My brother and I we send money to my mother every month so that they can live comfortably.”<br/><br/>The waitress came to them, gave them both menus after giving Eric a knowing smile, and then asked if they would have anything to drink. “A bottle of water for me, please.” Eric requested with a polite smile before returning his focus on Aki. He had been here for a while and so the menu didn’t exactly have secrets for him anymore. Aki might change that though and it would be such a welcomed change too…<br/></div>