Thank goodness for a change in seasons. Fall offers just enough shelter from the exhausting heat of Summer, while still being warm enough to enjoy a brisk run. The day is still young enough for some warm rays of sunshine to shine down through the color-changing leaves. Quick smiles. He switches on the camera app to his phone and takes a selfie. His face - James' face - is no worse for the wear. A little like that one marathon runner who became a meme just by looking great for an impromptu photo at the finish line. Sure, Quick is cheating; he made sure to get a good angle to compliment his features. But who would be able to tell?
He switches off the camera app and checks the time on his home screen. 3:15. He's early. He'd asked Sasha to meet him in a quiet stretch of park that intertwines with what could pass as a hiking trail. For the more faint of heart, anyway. Not really much in the way of hills, but far enough through some well-worn paths through the trees that it feels like a hike. He hopes she won't be far behind. A cold breeze blows by, and Quick pulls the sleeves of his black sweatshirt down past his knuckles. Opting for a spot on a bench at the apex of this particular curved strip of trail, he sits. Going back to his phone, he looks through some earlier photos.