Victor saw her across the expanse of grass, back against a tree. He figured she had the headphones in again. "Must be another doozy of a headache," he muttered to himself as he headed for her. He stood over her for several moments, wondering how to get her attention with out spooking her to badly. Finally, crouching at her extended feet, he tapped her the toe of her shoe. His plain jeans stretch taut over his muscular legs and the superhero t-shirt looked as comical as ever over his broad chest and shoulders. His black hair was disheveled as always with him running a hand through it for no apparent reason at all. His one saving grace, at least in his mind was his smile that he was told always lit up his hazel eyes.

"Hello in there," he called to her, hoping she heard him over the music. "I thought we were meeting for lunch an hour ago."