[Pathosis]

Cars drove at a snail pace behind him, as he leaned against the lamp post and faced the shop front of a boutique that most likely targeted older women, and he couldn't help but laugh at their predicament. Chuckling into a napkin, the blonde was almost done his bagel, and in that moment, he wished he'd picked up a coffee, as well. The cream cheese always made him a bit thirsty.

Straightening up a bit when he felt his cell vibrate, he squinted as he read the text. A couple minutes late? Looking at the time on his wristwatch, he frowned a bit, and shrugged. Sure, a couple minutes wouldn't hurt - it'd just mean that they'd have less time to chat and meet. Perhaps meeting for supper would've been a better idea, but the whole daughter factor came in to play, and he didn't want to trust anyone to babysit her just yet. Stephen was lucky enough to find a reputable day care to play Annabelle in while he worked.

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"RE:RE:RE:RE:RE: meeting spot

A few minutes is fine - I just hope you're nearby?
I work at SecureKey. But I think I'm a few blocks away from it now.
Uh...I'm at the corner of Bay Street and King Street W.
I'll stay put, if that helps."

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Hitting send, he set his phone in the pocket of his work pants, crumpling the Tim Hortons wrapper into a ball and stuffing it in his coat pocket to throw out later. He could have littered and no one would have batted an eyelash, but his mother had taught him better. Stephen started to smile to himself, feeling himself get a bit giddy at the chance to meet an adult that wasn't going to talk about boring work-related things.