Tsitua took a deep, nostalgic breath. There was nothing quite like the air in this place. It was so sweet and clean, and reminded him of easier times. All the students scurrying about their daily tasks, completely oblivious of anything else, gave him both a sense of hope and of worry. What would they do if things got out of control. There was enough ambient energy that anything could happen. At least, for the time being, he was there. 

He sauntered down a path of concrete to a bench. There were already people there, but there was enough room for one more. He sat on the opposite side of the girl to the boy. They were so young, it was almost comical to him. 
She was pretty too, in a sort of reserved way, but there was something deeper. He hoped he was correct this time. The last three people he had spoken to didn't make the cut, and time was running out. 

Tsitua was easy on the eyes, not just for women, by in general. He had heroic features and was muscled in figure, but his demeanor was soft and inviting. There were three scars on his face in a diagonal line, showing some kind of experience, and monochromia in his eyes. One was sapphire, and the other was hazel. 

He was dressed appropriately, but it was uncomfortable. He liked his suit. He tried to adjust his graphic tank and tan joggers, but they simply didn't feel right. He gave up on them, smoothing his long, light brown hair back. And tying it loosely. The sides of his head were shaved. Apparently, the hairstyle that signified his position with his subordinates was a bit of a fad around the area. 

Suddenly, as if it had just come to mind, which it had not, he looked to the girl and spoke, "What's a good place to eat around here?" He asked. 

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