[b]The Coffee Pot[/b]
Ren was nursing his black coffee between his palms while staring out the window of the Coffe Pot. A girl was throwing a twig for her dog to chase on the grass, almost tripping in all the leaves. 

[i]Dog is a an exaggeration, more like a mutt.[/i] Ren thought to himself, narrowing his eyes, looking down at the happy pug running back and forth. 

His medical books were weighing down heavily in the seat next to him. Ren hadn't been able to open them today, even though he was falling behind on an assignment. He'd been woken up to an angry message from his father, Robert White, complaining about why Ren hadn't come home for the weekend and that he'd wanted to introduce Ren to one of his new business partners. 

[i]It's always work, work, work with that man.[/i] A long breath escaped Ren's lips. He continued to stare out of the window, and suddenly a man caught his attention. He was rather tall, with jet black hair and what looked like blueish eyes. Sitting on the bench in the Corona Park, the man leaned back and looked up at the sky. Ren felt a sting of jealousy in his chest. The man looked so carefree. A feeling Ren rarely experienced. While lost in thought, the man suddenly got up, and walked along the pathway until the trees clouded Ren's vision. Downing the rest of the coffee, Ren got to his feet. Slinging his bag to his shoulder, leaving a generous tip for the waiter, he left the café with a sour look on his face. Not noticing the brown haired man sitting a few tables away, drinking espresso.  

Ren didn't feel like returning to his apartment by the Riverside. He'd gotten if from his father as a birthday present when turning 21 and the place still felt alien to him. He pulled out his phone, noticing how his hands were shaking. [i]Probably just the cold.[/i] Ren thought to himself. Ignoring the way his stomach painfully twisted when rememberinig the carefree look on that strange man's face. He just needed something to warm him up. [i]Nothing the Old Starboard can't fix.[/i] Great, barely 21 and already sounding like an alcoholic.  [i]But then again, maybe just one drink...[/i]  

[b]The Old Starboard[/b]
Ren slumped down in a booth furthest in the back, a drink in hand. Surveying his surroundings, he noticed a woman in the booth next to him. She had long, blonde hair and was wearing a childishly pink jacket. Ren snorted, while taking a sip of his drink. Pulling out one of his books, which he was pretty sure was a brick in disguise, Ren hoped he would be able to finish a couple of chapters in the quiet atmosphere of the bar before the regular drunks started showing up, making the usual noise. 


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