[Pathosis]

He got a half hour break, just a half hour, for lunch. And with that half hour, he had to somehow eat, and find his way about the city to meet this...well, he wasn't sure what to call him. Friend? Acquaintance? They hadn't been talking for long, maybe three days, and they'd just recently exchanged cell phone numbers. Talking was frustrating for Stephen though; sure, it was conversation, but he didn't put that ad up just to have a pen pal, he wanted an actual adult to hang out with when he wasn't on father-duty.

And so, he was multi-tasking, eating half of a bagel from Tim Hortons and staring at the tiny screen of his bulky old cell, brows furrowed as he read the most recent text. It held directions, but being as new as he was, even the streets around his work were enough to throw him for a loop. His work was situated in Downtown Toronto, one of the busiest parts of the city, since it was a business district. All of the towers would look the same, if not for the giant logos for companies didn't rest at the top. Taking a hasty bite from his bagel, he stopped in his tracks and scratched his head with phone in hand before lowering it to reply.

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'RE: RE: RE: meeting spot

Hey, any way you can meet me somewhere else?
Maybe closer to me job?
Because I'm lost, haha.

- Stephen'

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Hitting send, he watched the little envelope blip on the screen before disappearing. Sighing, he looked up at the over-cast sky, leaning against a lamp post. He would drive, but that would make the situation worse. Walking was a much better mode of transportation for a Torontonian, he'd found out, after getting stuck in traffic for nearly an hour. Stephen pulled his coat closer to himself, suppressing a chill that ran down his spine as the cold seeped in. Why couldn't it have stayed summer? The blonde mulled over that while he ate, waiting for a response.