David let out an annoyed grunt as the bus he was on ran over yet another pothole, which caused a man wearing a pair of headphones, a gray hoodie, blue jeans, and a pair of Nike sneakers to stumble forward a bit and bump into the back of the seat David was sitting in. The man briefly glanced in his direction and murmured an apology before returning his attention back to his phone screen. David gave a slight nod, even though the man was no longer paying attention to him and went back to staring at the cityscape rushing past his window.

It had taken him a little over three hours to arrive at the airport here in Bell Reach and another two hours to find a hotel to stay in for a few night's while he went about building and updating his clients website as well as searching for more a more permanent residence somewhere nearby. After a grueling five week period of near constant working and searching, David had finally managed to find a suitable apartment in a building on the corner of 47th Street which sat across from a deli and was a five minute drive away from the local beach, where a small yet popular restaurant called Little China sat overlooking the ocean. He also managed to finish developing and fine tuning his clients website, which helped greatly with his current financial situation as he didn't have much money left after the trip and stay at the hotel.

All of this is what led him here to this moment and this bus, which was currently headed for the very beach with the restaurant he'd heard about after finding his apartment. As the vehicle drew closer to its destination, David shifted his gaze from the window to his lap, reached into his pocket, and pulled out his phone. Pressing the round, somewhat indented button on the back, he watched the screen flash to life. After swiping right and entering his PIN, David went into his contact's list and found his brother's number. Or at least the one he had last used anyway.

He briefly contemplated trying to call him again, then changed his mind. It was pointless after all, as the number had been disconnected long ago. In all honesty, he wasn't sure why he hadn't deleted it already. He had promised himself he'd focus on his life from now on and give up on trying to find his brother, yet here he was. 

Moving on was proving to be more difficult than he'd expected.

Turning off the phone screen, David slid the device back into his pocket and pulled the wire above his seat as the bus neared the stop, in order to let the driver know he wanted to get off here. Getting to his feet as the bus slowly came to a stop by the sidewalk, David headed towards the front of the vehicle and got off once the doors were open. Taking a moment to stretch and admire his surroundings, he began walking towards the quaint wood building, which had an open air dining section built onto its west side, as the salty sea air blew in from off of the ocean, rustling the leaves of the nearby palm tree's that had been planted here in years past. 

After a couple of minutes, David finally arrived at the restaurant's entrance. Opening the door, which rung a little bell hanging above it that notified staff a customer had just entered, he stepped inside and walked up to the cash register, waiting of course, for the tall man with red hair in front of him to finish his transaction. Once the man was done, David strode up to the register and ordered the orange chicken plate, which came with a side of rice or noodles, and two egg rolls. After paying for his meal, David sat down at a nearby table and waited for his food to arrive. Leaning back in his seat, he let his gaze idly roam around the room as he slowly soaked up the restaurants relaxing and laid back atmosphere.