<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-2_K6yqC7D-b7sOrU_Ln6H_NsxxBAJrIi8jOp2A80g1HYA7xW)</div><strong>"Most certainly, see you around, neighbour"</strong>, Jefferson replied, giving room for the woman to drive her car away. Needless to say that the bright premed student had memorized her name and address without difficulties - later, he would google her name and try to find as much as possible in facebook or other social media. He wondered whether such a cute woman would have an instagram account - definitively, it would have some hundreds of followers.<br/><br/>Jefferson watched Siyah McBride drive her car away while he struggled with his lust -he did not wave because that would show weakness and that was not a quality a woman like Siyah McBride appreciated. And what a woman he had just found! Never had occurred to Jefferson that the life in the suburbs could be even more exciting than at the college dorms. Siyah McBride was different from the young girls he had slept before: she had a classic attitude, some sort of elegance which he had never seen before, yet dressed in a gym outfit. She seemed to be a confident woman, but at the same time, it surprised him how open Siyah McBride was when he approached her: she did not seem to be intimidated or afraid by his half-naked body - was she possibly used to see bodies in her gym? It could be, but most women do not react that way. For sure, she was not an alpha female - her gaze was moving from one side to the other, but even so, she summoned courage to look at his body in a couple of occasions. She was special for sure.<br/><br/>That day, Jefferson could not go to the gym. He was too busy unpacking and giving orders to the shippers about where the furniture and the household should go - there was not much to do, but Jefferson really wanted to focus on his studies. Truth to be told, Jefferson did not want to show too much interest in the woman. Of course, that did not mean he let Siyah McBride roam freely in the neighbourhood - he kept an eye on her garage. Jefferson took a microbiology book and studied it from the couch in the living room - as it was a warm day, he left the door strategically open, allowing the air to enter and his eyes to watch her return. Around lunch time, he put on a sleeveless T-shirt, which left little room for imagination about his muscles, and drove his Kawasaki motorbike towards the Muscle Hut, but he did not stop there.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://deliciousliving.com/site-files/deliciousliving.com/files/uploads/2014/07/sweetgreen_0.jpg)</div>Instead, Jefferson parked his motorbike just one block down from the Muscle Hut - he was glad to see there were options of good restaurants at Hathorn Drive. There were even healthy food restaurants in the region, even though KFC's and McDonald's were also around. As it was around noon, Jefferson needed to take some food before continuing his studies - maybe after lunch, he could stop by at the Muscle Hut, but he suspected that Siyah McBride would not be there.<br/><br/>Jefferson O'Hara entered an empty restaurant called Sweet Green, which seemed to be brand new in the region. The light design of the place made it pleasant to the eyes compared to the other franchises in the region. As there was no line, Jefferson promptly ordered at the counter - there was a gorgeous, slim attendant of Mexican origin and he flirted a bit with her, while he asked information about the size of the dishes and how they were prepared. As a future doctor, he was very concerned about how the food was processed. The well-trained Mexican girl smiled back and they chitchatted for some five minutes until someone in the kitchen rang a bell, warning the order was ready. The attendant brought exactly what Jefferson had just ordered: a large portion of green salad, grilled chicken, a bowl with several kinds of brown rice, watermelon and strawberry juice and carrot cake.<br/><br/><strong>"Here it is, Mr. Muscle Man"</strong>, the attendant said as handed in the tray.<br/><br/>Jefferson smiled back at the young attendant, but said nothing - he knew where that flirtation could end if he continued to talk to her and his studies were his main focus. Siyah McBride was the only exception he was willing to admit. Jefferson took his tray to a table outside the restaurant and sat with his back on the street, so that he could continue to be facing towards the restaurant, not the street. He did not see who was coming from the street as his back was in that direction. He began to enjoy his salad and at the same time, he took his iPhone 7 to find out more about Siyah McBride.