Kintla Flatlands i left my heart in metropolis.

Summer was not prepared for the abrupt change of conversation, but he welcomed it nonetheless. While part of him wanted to wallow in self-pity, it truly was better to have a distraction. Pouting got him no where whereas it was always a good thing to make an ally, and so that was how he realigned his focus.

"No, I'm sorry," he replied with a shake of his head, "Is this a friend of yours?" Summer was curious as to what the relationship between them was. There were many possibilities and thus far, the man had given him no indication as to what this situation might have been.