[Poggio]

“Guilty” Alex threw his hands up in an 'I surrender gesture.' He felt bad that he had stereotyped the man based on the simple fact that he was from Canada. It did seem odd that they owned a pub in America instead of Canada, but the American dream. “As for the drink, its just a soda that dangerously close to an energy.” Alex tossed the empty can into the recycle bin and made his way towards the door. “I'll meet you at the front.” With that Alex left, walking through the empty halls till he reached his class room. He put his papers on his desk and grabbed his jacket. The fabric easily slipped on to his arm, hugging him in black fabric. Alex walked out of the building to his car. It was a nice little BMW, that he had been able to afford used on his teachers salary and help from his parents.