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Jar spent a few moments perusing the drink menu. There were so many options that made water seem pale in comparison, or perhaps transparent would be more fitting? Mangos, peaches, papaya, pineapple, so many flavors to choose from, so Jar simply choose them all, opting for the ‘tropical punch’. He paid for the drink and the barista shook it up in one of those metal shakers before pouring it over ice and topping it with one of those fun mini-umbrellas. 

[color=darkgray]“Thanks, looks great.”[/color] Jareth said and flashed the blonde a charming smile. He turned and took his first sip of the beverage. It was sweet and fruity, and definitely quenched his post-workout thirst. There was a small commotion that drew his attention back the the fitness center. The treadmills seemed to have gotten the best of some girl and everyone was just standing around staring at her.

Jareth might look like the picture of trouble, but he could be a gentleman at times, it was a remnant of being raised in a children’s home where he was taught to be polite and helpful. Jar walked over to help the girl up. She was looking down, obviously avoiding eye contact out of embarrassment, so Jar didn’t see her face. Her ginger red hair was pulled back in a sweaty but adorable ponytail and Jar’s stomach somersaulted a little. [color=darkgray][i]Old habits die hard, I guess…[/i][/color] He extending his hand to help her up.

[color=darkgray]“Are you okay?”[/colo] he asked as he held his hand out for her. She very slowly turned up to look at him and the blue eyes that finally reached his gaze nearly made him drop his over-priced fruit punch. [color=darkgray]“Clo?”[/color] Now it was his turn to blush scarlet with embarrassment. [color=darkgray]“I - uh… how is this even possible?”[/color] he stammered and stepped backwards a pace. Of course, he didn’t know that Hunter and Jules had also ran into their exes yesterday, so this seemed completely out of the realm of possibility to him. Not to mention, this was like deja-vu of the day that they had met. Except there wasn’t any rain, and he didn’t have a leather jacket and umbrella to give her to make it all better… and they wouldn’t start talking, and they wouldn’t ever fall in love. He felt nauseous just looking at her, she was so goddamn pretty, and she didn’t even need to try. Maybe he was just dreaming, and this was just some awful nightmare, and he wasn't [i]actually[/i] standing across from the only girl that had ever broken his heart.

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