<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/><em>Note: I apologize now, but I'm using Google Translate to create his Portuguese.  Hover over for translations.</em><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>It might have seemed out of nowhere, but when she mentioned walking his dog, he couldn't help but laugh, "I don't walk Peq'," he started, using his dog's nickname, "That dog walks me.  He's funny, he won't rush out the door, but once he realizes he's going somewhere, he wants to get there<strong>now!</strong>" he chimed in, offering a bit of his dog's personality for absolutely no reason, just playing with the conversation, trying to make his dog a bit endearing to her and, by proxy, himself in the process.<em>... <acronym title="unless she starts to think he's an aggressive, untrained dog">a menos que ela comece a pensar que ele é um cão agressivo, destreinado...</acronym></em>he thought, realizing his nerves had him thinking in his native tongue.  He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves lest he just start speaking some language that she wouldn't understand.<br/><br/>Her next words helped.  "Neighbors?  Wow, what are the chances?" he laughed, mentally adding a mark in his favor; if she were living close, it'd make running into her so much easier.  Not that he'd stalk the mailboxes or the pool or the other common areas in the buildings... "That's kind of you; I did the same for my sister after..." and he let those words end, deciding it probably wasn't best to start into an entire sob story after meeting thirty seconds prior, "I mean, she lives with me too.  Kind of nice to have someone else around, isn't it?  I mean, dogs don't really talk to you.  Well, they communicate, but that's different," he rambled, her nerves matched by his own.<em>Shut up, shut up, shut up!</em><br/><br/>"Dinner would be great! he interrupted, jumping on that invitation, especially when she mentioned it was going to be more than just a thank-you dinner.  He was attracted, the smiles and tripping over his own words were clumsy signs, "And no attachments.  None."  He paused, took a deep breath and reset.  "I'm free night or tomorrow night, you're pick.  Here," he paused, pulling his phone from the arm-strap he used when running, opening the iMessage app and then glancing up at her, "What's your number?"  He smiled as he waited, already coming up with something he at least thought was fairly suave.<br/><br/>Once she gave him those desired digits, he typed out a few quick words -<tt class="bbc_tt">This is John.  Looking forward to dinner.</tt>- before he tapped the little world icon on the keyboard, flipping it to Portuguese and typing out a few more words as the smile grew -<tt class="bbc_tt">Eu seria um tolo para dizer não a uma mulher tão bonita quanto você.</tt>- then hit send.  Turning his attention back to her, he laughed before he reached forward and petted Pepe, waiting for the message to ding.  "There, you have my number now too.  I'll translate what I said at dinner, deal?"  It might not have been suave, but he'd settle with cute.  Sliding his phone back in the arm-strap, he smiled brightly.  "Definitely not stalkerish.  But crazy dog lady?  I can handle that."