((I'd be up for a role-play! ))

At thirty-seven years old, Sasha Hemlock is known to be fairly withdrawn for her age. She has silky blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, and she's often found wearing comfortable sweaters and jeans, her backpack in tow.

Today is no different. Sasha strides through the city's park in her usual outfit, sitting down on a bench before pulling out her notebook, scribbling a few notes down while looking up now and again to make sure no one's reading them. Seeing a certain man cross the park, she glances up quickly, and then rushed over, tapping his arm.

"Excuse me," she begins softly. "Are you - are you Zach Mahoney?"