Amelia: “Ah, Virgo and Clarke. They’re usually pretty social. Maybe they’ll lead me to-”
They do, before the words are even out of their mouth - there’s a boy with the couple that they’ve never seen before. His scarf is tight, and his sleeves long - he’s used to the cold... was he born here, like so many others? He seems close enough to them, chattering enthusiastically - but then why do his flapping hands look so different in color to Clarke or Virgo? He’s heading to the centre of the park now on their urging, still carrying at least a fraction of conversation, pulsing conversaᛏion...
ᛏᚱᛖᚡᚣᚱ?
Perhaps he’s the best mark today will bring.
Target solidified, they approach him slowly from a side that he might see them from. Up close, closer, he seems young even in his adult body. Best be gentle.
Amelia: “Hello? ...Excuse me? Can I speak to you a moment?”
?: *turns, looks them right in the eye* “You’re Amelia Ruth Limerence.”
Amelia: “Y-”
The forthrightness catches them off guard a touch. Are they so notorious that strangers know of them before their eyes can meet?
Amelia: “Yes. I am. Can you tell me your name?”
?: “Yes.”
Amelia: “...so, what is it?”
?: “Oh, sorry. I’m Trevor Baxtor.”
