Ori 'Ori' Blake, son of Vlad Blake; wasn't where far from where he was the day before. This whole running away from home thing was slightly harder than he thought. Especially since he didn't have a car and using his various credit cards would just give his ultra rich Father a clear line to where he was. Well that wasn't happening, he was up to here with the old man! Nu-uh no way no more and no thank you! What had started as a spat had went straight out the window. So there was Ori in a little coffee shop with a leather duffle full of clothes and a backpack full of books and his laptop. Sitting and drinking a vanilla and cinnamon coffee and eating some sort of granola bar. It was cold and wet and the rain hadn't let up since he had left. He was trying not to mope, him and his Dad had always been incredibly close but now that he was out of school and in college and out of the house all the time, well dear old Dad wasn't taking 'empty nest syndrome' well at all. Ori ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair and wondered just briefly if he was being a bit hard on his Father... The train of thought derailed as he looked as the bell over the coffee shop door tinkled as it was pushed open and someone walked inside from the windy wet weather. A chill ran through Ori as the cold touched him.