<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>Backroom<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;">”I’m not trying to scare you, Alexandra. I just don’t want to give the creep an opportunity. You don’t deserve something like this.” Gabriel said and  watched her as she was getting prepared to face the world again. This little room represented security to her in one way or the other, otherwise she wouldn’t have come in here to hide from the other man. She’d have to get out of here eventually and that was what the nudging was about. He was also quite eager to escort the creep to the boat and have someone dump him on the main land. <br/><br/>He titled his head, trying not to make her feel like she was being stared at in such a creepy way. It suddenly dawned on him that with way he was leaning against the door frame, door handle poking him in the kidney. She was trapped here, because of him. One Gabriel go over the mental facepalm, he took a deep breath and moved off the door to open it for her. Fresh air came in, carrying with it the smell of food being prepared for the upcoming lunch. Gabriel made a motion for her to leave the room first. “After you.” He stated simply, accompanied by the usual gesture of his hand<br/><br/>He still had to pay for his breakfast and since she had given it to her, he fished his walled out of one pocket of his cargo navy short and took a $10 bill. His small oatmeal, toasts and coffee would have cost about half that, but he didn’t care. He usually paid his meal with the employee discount, but with the amount of tip the waitress would get from a fully charged meal. “Here, keep the change, as usual.” He said, and handed the $10 to her until she took it from him. <br/><br/>Through the window into the restaurant, Gabriel saw her client, the one that had been ready to come to the rescue, stand up from where he was waiting at the counter. His wife wasn’t with him anymore. Gabriel wondered if he had been waiting to pay her for the meal all this time, though Alex’s coworker should have taken care of it and hand Alex her tip. It quickly became obvious that the client had been wanting to hand her the tip himself to make sure it would reach her in its generous entirety. <br/></div>