@whitecanary-lance
As a father and full-time auto mechanic Jefferson was constantly tired. Walking on tired legs the dad pushed the stroller, with his daughter in, through a park. He had just picked her up from daycare on his way from work. Little Martina had a big love for anything nature so they always walked through the park on their way home. Stein would probably have had some theory about her loving nature means she’s gonna become a biologist, Jefferson thought to himself, a small smile spreading on his lips as he thought about his dear passed friend. His gaze travelled to his daughter, his smile widening at the fact that Martina was named after Martin Stein, the man who had been the closest Jefferson had ever had to a father.
The small child giggled in the stroller and Jax followed her gaze to see what she could have spotted. As he scanned their surroundings his gaze suddenly stopped, it didn’t see what Martina had giggled at but a person. Someone he knew very well, but hadn’t seen in a long time. A particular kickass blonde; Sara Lance. His tiredness suddenly disappeared and the man quickened up his pace to approach his old friend. “Sara Lance. Man, I had no idea you were in town, or in this time even” the man said with a wide smile, stopping with the stroller next to her
