<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Alex_oloughlin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Gabriel Lennox (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10400301#msg10400301), Island Security Guard<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Alexandra<br/><strong>Where:</strong>On the way to the welcome center<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday August 2nd, morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Navy blue shorts, tight white shirt, sneakers and the Security wristband<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Walking by her, Gabriel had is usual self-confidence in place. Whenever he dealt with security matters or something that was work-related, something in his demeanor changed slightly. His way to hold himself had this “don’t fuck with me” touch to it. It was something that he did completely unconsciously, like he was shifting between modes. In this case, though, even if he did hold himself with that confidence, he was quite attentive of Alexandra and her behavior, the tension in her movement just in case she saw something he didn’t like the creep coming toward them or just watching over them. He wouldn’t put it past the creepy offender to lie in  wait knowing that she had to come out of the restaurant sooner or later.<br/><br/>“I have a friend who’s a cousin of Marisa.  I’ve lived most of my life next door to a part of the Milano family. About a year and a half ago, I lost my job as security guard because the company I worked for closed its doors. So I told my friend that if he knew about a place who’d need someone with my skill set, I’d be willing to relocate. I never thought I’d relocate that far and in this kind of environment, but I said I’d try for a month and it’s been a year.” Gabriel said, keeping a longer story rather short. <br/><br/>Gabriel left his hand lightly on her back. It was a gesture that he did not mean as a flirt, just like holding out her arms to her earlier was not meant to be an attempt at holding her and kissing her.  It was a protective gesture, a way for him to let her know she was there and for anyone who look at them to know that she was with him in that way. “How about you? How did you end up waiting table in this little piece of paradise?” He asked and took his eyes off the street, knowing that the Welcome Center was now just a few steps ahead, with the management’s office  on the first floor.<br/></div>