Thread: The boy's just no good. {missedstations x HKitten}

Spending a long day at the laboratory today, Nathan had decided that sometimes, working for a big corporation wasn??t all too thrilling as it sounded. He had the title of G.W.C??s CEO Adviser??Global Waste Control being one of the top chemical and technological waste management companies of the world??yet even among that, he wasn??t considered wealthy. Not in this economy. Just a few years ago this company had built itself up from the ground, but even still, they had not yet learned to pay their employees the admit that adjusted to the price inflations of the falling economic world. So here he was, starving for lunch, and shuffling around one of the cheaper stores to buy something edible. It wasn??t sound for him to buy food and make some at home for anything other than breakfast and a few simple dinners, since living by himself meant that dining for one would rot the food faster than he could eat it. Standing at five eleven, he wasn??t considered a short male, but certainly not the tallest there was. His English background gifted him with rather bleached skin, with golden blonde hair and crystalline blue eyes. It was such a typical look that he felt he was one of the millions of people without a unique and memorable face. He wouldn??t have looked somewhat out of place in the area if he wasn??t dressed in his formal business attire at the moment, but then again, his other outfit for work was a lab coat, so he was probably going to stick out either way. ??Excuse me.? came an abrupt tone, causing him to jolt out of his daze. Stepping aside for an elder woman to get her yams, he realized he had been standing at the canned aisle for quite some time. In his hand was something that was filled with more sodium than he would have wanted, so ignoring his indecisive moment, he shoved it back to its spot and began to move towards the produce section. Perhaps a salad would do him good, and being somewhat of a sweet tooth, he thought that placing a few fruits into it would be best. Apples were rather common sweets in salads aside from cranberries, so he decided to make a small stop by there. It was then that he noted the rather beaten down person next to him, while shuffling through the apples to find a good one. Keeping one of them up close to his face to smell it, he gave side-long glances at the other male. Good looking, wet, rather long hair for a male, a greatcoat, and loose jeans? if this wasn??t the supermarket, he??d have thought that he had walked in some bar and met this dashing male. He looked about the same age, perhaps a bit older, but that might be due to numerous of reasons. Nathan??s younger brother looked older than he was, but they blamed it on the younger brother??s career as a police at the nearby city??s bar something that could roughen the edges if they ran into enough trouble. The cities were all over the place, law enforcement just holding on the edges of civility, what with the people breaking under the pressure of what was now admittedly the second Great Depression. It had been grating at the world for nearly half a century, and even before then, they had only called it an economic downturn. ??You look like you are about to steal those apples.? he spoke up, smirking behind his own, as he wondered what caused him to speak out to the complete stranger.