<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>In the Hallway of<em>The Kensington</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Miguel Bosque<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Casual, Conversational & a Bit Covetous<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A Black & White Polo, Black Sweatpants & Thick Cotton Socks<br/><hr/><br/>"<strong>Hola, Miguel. Mi nombre es Tanner Macklemore. Es un placer conocerte otra vez también,</strong>" was the response that was given as Tanner took the man's hand in his own and gave it a firm shake. With Spanish being one of four languages that he spoke, it only seemed natural to reply in such a manner. "<strong>And there's no need to apologize. It's not <em>that</em> late,</strong>" Tanner continued, in his native tongue, as he made a motion to help his new neighbor with his overstuffed grocery bags. "<strong>Here, let me give you a hand with those,</strong>" he warmly stated as he lifted two out of the three from Miguel's full arm. "<strong>I've been guilty of the same thing, you know, stuffing a shopping bag until it's about to break just so I don't have to lug a half dozen around.</strong>"<br/><br/>Waiting for the guy to fetch his key and unlock the door, Tanner did a once over of his wardrobe. This was a habit of his when a sharp dressed man, such as Miguel, was nearby. It was the designer in him, as well as the fashion consultant, that enjoyed drinking in the details. Not only did it help him to understand current trends, but, more often than not, it usually gave the tailor the opportunity to offer his services as both a clothier<em>and</em>consultant. Miguel, however, seemed to be doing rather well on his own. The cut of his supple leather jacket was ideal for his lean, athletic frame. The body hugging knit sweater that he wore below was also very flattering and, it appeared at first glance, to be well taken care of. It wasn't stretched our, not did it have any obvious snags, which meant the man was kind to his clothes. His fitted jeans in black were also a smart choice and well maintained, neither baggy or faded. However, it was his selection in footwear that excited Tanner the most, so much so that...<br/><br/>"<strong>Forgive me, but, are those Bruno Magli's you're wearing?</strong>" he felt compelled to ask as his bright green eyes remained locked on the pair of stunning, ankle-high boots. "<strong>I've had my eye on those for sometime, but can't seem to find them in my size. 15 is the biggest I've been able to come across and, well, I take a 16,</strong>" he randomly admitted as he shifted his gaze from the gorgeous boots back up to Miguel's eyes. "<strong>I...I'm not sure why I just told you that,</strong>" he then blurted as a lopsided grin slid into place upon his lips. "<strong>I guess you should know that your new neighbor is a bit of a clothes horse, although, I consider myself to be more of a connoisseur than a junkie.</strong>"<br/><br/>It was then that Tanner's cell began to vibrate in his sweatpants pocket. He had almost forgotten that it was there. "<strong>Oh, uh, excuse me,</strong>" he offered to his neighbor as he fished the device out and read the text message that flashed on the screen. It was his wife, still down at the shop, and she was having an issue with the new security system. "<strong>Damn,</strong>" Tanner mouthed, "<strong>duty calls,</strong>" he added as he placed the bags he'd been holding just inside Miguel's doorway, seeing that it was now open. "<strong>Gotta run. Have a good night,</strong>" he continued as he made his way back to his apartment. "<strong>We, uh, we should do lunch or something,</strong>" he called, with a genuine smile and nod, before stepping back inside his door he had left ajar. "<strong>I'm usually around on the weekends,</strong>" he added as he quickly came back out with keys and wallet in hand. "<strong>You know where to find me!</strong>"