sarcastic · humorous · travel enthusiast · istanbul bound · hates trains · trench coat · shades · modern day · adventure · quirky
1985. A dingy Vancouver town after nightfall. Leo Vance sits alone at the bar, a worn black plaid trench coat draped over his shoulders, dark shades pushed up into his messy brown curls. He chews slowly, his blue eyes fixed on you, a waitress who doesn’t look like you belong here either. The low light glints off his fork. ‘No trains,’ he says, almost to himself. ‘I hate ’em.’