Open - Ongoing

[spikeysoldier]

WHO: Zack Fair (spikeysoldier), and open to anyone else~
WHAT: Zack takes time out from being stuck indoors, and goes into the streets to get nothurt. :(
WHERE: Streets of Reggio.
WHEN: Day 77, Daytime.

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[gettingawaywith]

Dexter was uncharacteristically distracted.

It was a nice day, but he also wasn't paying attention to that, either.

No, the man was half staring at his cellphone, half eyeing the cup of coffee in his other hand. It was threatening to spill, and he needed to finish the text message that he was sending to one of the lab techs before he could fully focus on the path in front of him.

Too bad he clipped shoulders with the other man walking the opposite way, right when he was about to punctuate a sentence.

As for the coffee, it went everywhere, and Dexter immediately stepped back, ready to apologize.

[spikeysoldier]

Zack's eyes widened as he saw his food flying out of his bags. He yelped as he felt some of the coffee splash onto him. He bent down on one knee to pick up the fallen items and stood up straight, expressing his apologies, "I'm sorry sir! I should have watched where I was go..."

He paused as he stared at the man, tilting his head to the side as his eyes narrowed in confusion, trying to pinpoint something. He looked familiar. Wait.

"Oh you're Mr. Morgan!" he said as he lowered his voice. "From the commission and everything." He stood up straight and smiled widely before he gave him a curious look. "What are you doing out here? Browsing the shops? Taking in the sights?"

[gettingawaywith]

He didn't so much as flinch at the coffee spilling down the front of his shirt, but he blinked at the sound of the man he'd bumped into making apologies. Obviously, Dexter hadn't been the only one not paying attention

[spikeysoldier]

"Coffee? Oh, I just got a little bit, no big deal." he said, waving his hand dismissively. He could get it cleaned out later. He smiled at his comment about the coffee and nodded with a small chuckle as his chin rested lightly on his bags of groceries. "Ah, yeah, that thing runs out so fast! I try to take some of those five hour energy shots with me, whenever I can. They work pretty well."

He tilted his head though and blinked a few times before he smiled again, his scars on his face curving around his smile as he did. "Ah, right!" he shifted the bags into one arm and extended a friendly hand out for a hand shake. "Zack Fair, is the name. It's nice to meet you face to face, Mr. Morgan."