Well, he certainly fit the description, yet still Jena wasn't sure if the scout was really the person she was looking for. Then again, who else had a necklace like that? "Hey, are you Johnny..?"
The Scout didn't glance up at first, he was too busy doing his stretches, getting ready for his usual morning run. Sitting on the ground with one leg folded and the other stretched in front of him, he was grasping hold of his foot and pressing his forehead against his shin.
"Yeah, dat's me," he murmured, his voice strained. Sitting up he lifted a brow at the woman in front of him then grinned lightly. "Sup?"













