<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Tanner_Macklemore_Post_Pic.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tanner Macklemore<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home Alone @<em>The Kensington</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Miguel Bosque<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Casual, Contemplative & Somewhat Calm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A Black & White Polo, Black Sweatpants & Thick Cotton Socks<br/><hr/><br/>So Brooklyn was down at their shop, more than likely getting ready to close up for the night, and Jordan was out somewhere with someone doing something far more tricky than treaty, which meant that Tanner had the apartment all to himself for, oh, just about another hour or two. While he loved his wife and son more than any other two things in the entire world, he also really liked having his time alone. It allowed him to unwind and just be one with himself, which, as this hectic month finally came to a close, was much needed.<br/><br/>The grand opening of<em>Stitched</em>, back on the 1st of the month, had gone really well. Almost too well, one could say. Business was truly booming, which, for most private company owners would've been a great thing, a blessing even; however, they were sorely understaffed and, as the weeks went on, poorly understocked. Merchandise was flying from the shelves at a far more rapid pace than they had projected and, as for the staff, well, it was already time to think about hiring on a few extra hands. Granted, Tanner knew that things would probably level off at some point, but opening right before the holiday season meant that they probably wouldn't see the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel until sometime in late January and, even then, what with Valentine's Day the following month, and then wedding season soon after, and proms, and graduations...<br/><br/><em>Don't do it, man. Don't look that far ahead. It'll settle down. It will,</em>he told himself as he lounged upon his living room sofa and surfed through the hundreds of cable channels available to him, which, as per usual, gave him very little reason to stop and actually watch anything.<em>And if it doesn't slow down...</em><br/><br/>"<strong>Enough, Mack!</strong>" he suddenly scolded himself as he scrambled to his feet and made his way to the kitchen. "<strong>You're suppose to be relaxing. You already put in a twelve hour day, it's...</strong>"<em>Snack time!</em>he then thought as he began to rummage through the fully stocked pantry, regardless of the the fact it was getting close to bedtime.<em>Let's see...what's it gonna be?</em>he pondered as one hand danced across the tops of boxes and bags, jars and cans, and the other worked on an itch right below the waistband of his sweatpants.<em>Baked sweet-potato chips? Dried sunflower seeds? A granola bar...or two? Who's gonna be the lucky wi...what the?</em><br/><br/>The door buzzer suddenly sounding took Tanner by surprise. Had someone forgotten their key or had the neighborhood kids found their way inside the security-controlled building? It was getting a little late for trick or treating, wasn't it? Although, with it being a Friday holiday, school-age kids could stay out a little later than usual, if their parents didn't mind.<br/><br/>"<strong>I'll be right there,</strong>" Tanner called as his bright green eyes darted around the cupboard in an effort to find something,<em>anything</em>he could toss into pillow case sacks that could satiate a bunch of candy-craving kids. Brooklyn had bought a few bags of chocolate, but she had taken it all down to the store, so that left him with, well, not much of anything at all, unless the kids were health enthusiasts. "<strong>I'm coming!</strong>" he called again as the buzzer rang once more.<br/><br/>Snatching up the box of granola bars, Tanner dashed to the door and yanked it open. Expecting to see a flock of costumed kids or, at the least, a key-less member of his extended family, he was taken aback, just a bit, as it appeared to be neither of these two options. No, instead, it was his new neighbor...<br/><br/><em>Manuel? Marco? Mateo?</em><br/><br/>"<strong>Oh...uh...hey there,</strong>" he found himself fumbling as he failed to recall the guy's name. They had crossed paths only once before and introductions had been made, but Tanner was really bad at remembering names. Dates? Sure. But names? Nope, not a strong point of his at all. "<strong>How's it going?</strong>"