Saffron Nixon.
Boston University. Staring at the building, Noah felt a wave of jealousy flow through his body as he watched students walk around. This had been the college that Noah had wanted to apply to, the school where his mom had went when she was younger, and her parents before her, and so on. But, he had never got the chance to go there, having been on house arrest for much longer than needed, for something he didn’t even do. Not that anyone believed him, because back in his hometown, he was viewed as the hyperactive spaz who murdered his entire family, minus his younger sister, Emily. His dreams of going to college had been robbed of the then sixteen year old, all thanks to his father. He shook his head; no, he wasn’t going to think about this. He was here on business, not to dwell on the fact that everything he had, and everything that he wanted, he never got. Maybe one day, he’d be able to do it. To go back to school and experience what he hadn’t, but right now wasn’t the time. He needed a job, he needed to help pay rent and to buy his own things; he didn’t have enough money to set aside for college right now. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he forced himself to start toward one of the many coffee places on the campus, where he had decided to meet the girl he was interviewing. Arriving at the place a few minutes later, he grabbed a seat at a table in the back, making himself comfortable in the booth. When the waitress came up to him, he ordered a cup of coffee, deciding that one cup while he waited wouldn’t seem rude… would it? He was thirsty, so he shrugged it off as he pulled out his pad of paper he used only for interviews. Noah didn’t have to wait too much longer for the girl, because as he saw someone make their way way toward where he was seated, he nodded his head in greeting. “Saffron Nixon, right?” He asked, motioning with his hands to sit down.