<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>Making friends<br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>He chuckled at himself as she approached but before she talked, watching her as he thought,<em>Usually its your dog that helps get a woman's attention, never thought of using her own...</em>he joked before waiving off her question of whether he was hurt.  Beyond some dirt on his clothes and a wounded ego, he was as fine as he was moments before.  Joao turned waited a moment for her hand or some sign that she was going to follow through with her words, but as he watched her flush, he scooped up Pepe and stood on his own, cradling the dog and scratching his side.  "I'm Joa..." he started, pronouncing it with a bit of an accent but stopping himself, "Just call me John, everyone else does," he finished, deferring her from the Portuguese pronunciation to something everyone would be more familiar with.  Only Amanda called him by his real first name anymore, although he loved to push reading his real name onto those who were being arrogant to him, especially belligerent patients.<br/><br/>"Mine would do the same, so you've no reason to apologize," he answered her, twisting the leach off of his wrist and offering it to her, "Although I can't think of the last time I could hold him like this.  Probably as a puppy," he laughed, turning and offering Pepe back to her.  "Here you go, Sara."  Trying to stop the dog was just being a good dog owner himself, now it seemed that his good deed was paying more in dividends.  "And welcome to the neighborhood too.  Where do you live?" he asked reflexively, not realizing it was quite a personal question and not one usually given out on a whim, but he covered himself, "Sorry, only ask because I live over in the new Triumvirate Suites, so there's been a lot of new people coming in."  Seemed a decent enough cover.<br/><br/>Once she took Pepe, he dusted himself off, straightening his shirt and twisting his feet in his shoes to make sure they fit correctly.  A bead of sweat slid onto his nose and before thought otherwise, he lifted the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face, not wanting to be a sweaty mess in front of a pretty girl, only to give her a straight shot of his runner's phyisique.  His words covered the otherwise flirtatious move with a bit of innuendo of their own.  "If you need someone to give you the highlights, let me know.  I run here anytime I can and there's a ton of good places to eat around here.  And if you every find yourself in the ER down the way," he added, making sure she saw that feather in his cap, "Make sure you ask for me and I'll see that you're patched up quickly."  Not that it had anything to do with the real conversation, but he was always taught to lead with your best features.  Only then, after realizing he'd flashed his chest at her, did he flush in return, brightened by a large smile.