[b][center][h2]Joel Nicolosi[/h2][/center][/b]

[i]Ugh… Here comes the baggage cart[/i]. Joel thought to himself as Sio confirmed that she did indeed have what could be referred to as a [i]stalker[/i]. He scratched at his healthy stubble as she explained and let his mind wander on the fact that he hadn’t really shaved in a considerable amount of time. She seemed to like it though and shaving was a pain in the ass so it was a win-win. He liked win-wins. What he didn’t like was the name, [i]Bradley[/i] and for some reason couldn’t stop picturing some fresh, scarf wearing hipster with rich parents and skinny jeans. Whatever disagreement that prompted this apparenting stalking was auto related which was amusing in a way. Joel found it comical when people who knew nothing about a given subject got into arguments.  

Glancing around as the meal came to a close, Joel remembered it was [i]Tuesday[/i] night which in some circles meant [i]Tipsy Tuesday[/i], but around Western Shore meant most people would be headed home for bed and work the next day. The restaurant was easily attending to its ever- decreasing, weekday evening clientele and there were no live sports on any of the networks which meant the atmosphere was mostly subdued. He didn’t particularly want to go back to the shop, but wasn’t really in a mood to party either. He couldn’t stand to be bored though his bizarre schedule often clashed with the regular inhabitants of Sol City. To her credit, Sio was doing a good job of keeping up and he allowed himself to look over at her figure in the booth next to him before considering her question with a light shrug. “I dunno,” He said looking away at one of the televisions hanging above the bar area. “I don’t really wanna go back across the bridge yet.”

After any good meal, like clockwork, he had a strong hankering for a good cup of coffee and it would be a little drive up to Riverside to really get a cup of something other than the big chains. He was wide awake though and was pretty much up for anything. Having her along on his regular late-night wanderings felt strangely welcome, like she’d always been there. “I could go for a good cup of coffee, and you can tell me about how you wound up with a stalker.” He said nonchalantly indicating he was more entertained by her story than at all worried. 

[@Almalthia]