[h2] [centre] Marinalia (Romus) Olympus [/centre] [/h2] 
[h3] [centre] The Old Starboard, Sunday afternoon [/centre] [/h3]

The  guy had had a few drinks to be sure, he seemed to meet her interpretation with a slight attack. A sharper comment. Though he had a few drinks and likely was less inhibited. He probbly was wondering why she even noticed him, truth be told she was bored and Marinalia walkways enjoyed trying to get to know a few locals. 

[color=6ecff6][i]"annoying, nope. Least I can tell it's mine"[/i][/color] 

Notcing him stagger slightly and head off to the toilet, he was unsteady. Must of had a few drinks for sure. Laughing slightly as he was unsteady and staggered off. Returning he seemed to be to be abit more confident. Cheeky. Maybe too much.

Returning in a distinct English accent that was warm but measured.

[color=6ecff6][i]"Marlin, though miss is correct. Oh, Ivan, yeah, aviation. Flight crew, Good job, I'm kinda new so you always get the bad jobs no one else wants. 

Its kinda traditional. Best office in the world even if it's attached  to a 50 year old piston hauler "[/i][/color]

Smiling slightly. And noticing the size of the books could only mean one of 3 professions, all pretty well paid and not so easy to get Into.

[color=6ecff6][i]
" so. Those books make you a lawyer, doctor or accountant." [/i][/color]

Random stranger. In a bar, sure some people probbly would think her strange but what was the point living in a lively city like Sol when you did not explore and discover new things.

Remembering her day, there was a guy, younger she noticed at the pool, though not straight away, too intrested in her time and trying to keep a good pace he seemed to dawdle abit more. Somthing different about him, seemed confident. Relaxed, self assured like someone who had no real worries.

[@Furiosa][@Robo27]