Don't let anybody know that it's hard to live in the city.

[manwithaplan]

Steve had never lacked for purpose before. It was a luxury few young men ever saw back in his day, so great was the need for soldiers. He knew that he wasn't alone; readjusting to civilian life was always a challenge, and there were some who never quite managed, but he had never imagined that he would be one of them. It made a twisted sort of sense, though: he had been just a kid, then, so determined to prove himself that he'd never spared a moment to consider what might follow once he'd achieved that goal.

Well, there was time to spare for that now. In fact, he found himself wandering the city often these days, either in the name of reconnoissance or in search of something (he wasn't entirely sure what). Today, it was both, but he stopped at the café when he recognized the woman from the park.

"Excuse me, miss," he greeted her, stopping near the edge of her table. "I'm not sure if you'll remember me, we met in the park a while ago? I'm sorry for not introducing myself then; my name is Steve."

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[adifferentlife]

For once Sybil is not studying at the cafe, but simply enjoying a cup of tea in a bid to relax and try to simply enjoy her spare time. It's been a hard thing for her as of late. Ever since her time in that other Darrow she's worked hard to fill each moment; afraid of what might happen should she stop moving and working.

"Oh," Sybil stands when he greets her as is only polite, especially with a near stranger. She does remember him, and what he'd been doing that day which seems nearly a lifetime ago. "The artist? You were sketching I believe?"