- Messages
- 43
- OOC First Name
- Clara
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Age
- 3/2021
Hakon Butterfield had to admit that he was beginning to enjoy being here in New Zealand a lot more than when he first arrived. When he had first arrived, Hakon had only come for one reason and one reason only and he was kind of shutting himself out from the rest of the world. Until he'd met a friend of course, and then he began to wonder whether there was something he could do with his life here. He knew his biological family was here, and they had sent another letter to Hakon telling him that they were to move to the country permanently. It was a nice gesture on their part, the man thought. He couldn't remember a single time where someone had been that inviting with him. Hakon had written back to them but so far, had received no response. Maybe the father - his father - was currently busy. Hakon put his hands in pockets, deep in thought as he entered a cafe. He still had the most recent letter with him, and he was holding it in his hand, which was in his pocket. The address was on there. Or well, not the precise address, but the area was.
Hakon approached someone who then gave him and table but he didn't order anything, instead he pulled out the letter once more and skimmed over it, unable to remain still. He was going to do it, before the end of the week. It was Thursday now and he'd do it in two days at the latest. Hakon spotted someone near his own table and he vaguely wondered whether the girl would know something. This cafe was near the area but that was as far as Hakon's knowledge went. He hesitated, but got up anyway after a minute and went over to the woman who looked around his own age. "Hi - I'm so sorry to bother. I was wondering, if you could show me where this is?" he pointed to the written address on the paper which included the street, without house number. He realised the street was on there as soon as he had asked. "I'm not from around here," he added just in case. He was hopeful that in fact she would know something and that she was from around here.
<i></i>Hakon approached someone who then gave him and table but he didn't order anything, instead he pulled out the letter once more and skimmed over it, unable to remain still. He was going to do it, before the end of the week. It was Thursday now and he'd do it in two days at the latest. Hakon spotted someone near his own table and he vaguely wondered whether the girl would know something. This cafe was near the area but that was as far as Hakon's knowledge went. He hesitated, but got up anyway after a minute and went over to the woman who looked around his own age. "Hi - I'm so sorry to bother. I was wondering, if you could show me where this is?" he pointed to the written address on the paper which included the street, without house number. He realised the street was on there as soon as he had asked. "I'm not from around here," he added just in case. He was hopeful that in fact she would know something and that she was from around here.