"And you're sure that you're not going to get lost again?"
"I'm fine, fine~.. I'm happy that you're worried about me, but last I recall, you're far too young to be my mother~"
"You say that, but you've gotten lost way too many times n--"
"Cshhh... I uh.. Sophia, you're breaking up."
"What? No I'm no--"
"I'm going into a tunnel. I can't hear you~"
"Nate I swear if you hang up on me!"
"You can't stop it, sis. It's the signal's fault, not mine."
"You can hear me clea--"
"Aaaaand signal's dead~"

The conversation ends with a silent, deep chuckle, the man bringing his phone down to his side as he so very politely ignores the rambling and screaming on the other end of the line. The yelling and scolding gradually begins to calm down, until ultimately, the young woman on the other end of the line drops the call entirely - knowing fully well that he wasn't going to pick up. It was a win-win situation; she could rant all she wanted, he didn't have to listen, and technically he wouldn't be the rude one-- After all, he wasn't the one who hung up first. So technically speaking, he didn't hang up on her. By extension, he let her finish, listened, and made on with his day. Even if it was at the cost of his sister's overall patience and temper, he figured that she would get over it on her own. After all, she was a grown girl. Big girl, she'll be alright. Although admittedly, he always found it amusing and entertaining to listen in to her rants; especially if it was about other people. Sure he couldn't bring himself to show any sort of interest, just the general reactions was something he'd pay to watch-- Especially when it was someone who was regularly nonchalant about the majority of issues.

So yeah, they had a pretty good relationship.

Asides from that, he didn't have any classes today nor was he on campus to do his studying. The university grounds were filled with students, either going home, entering, going out for lunch, rushing to class or otherwise. You'd see students trying to grab their books, walking around with their bags and you might see the occasional one trying to rush so that they weren't late for a lecture. But again; no classes today. Not for him, that is. It was his break, although most people would question why he was on campus in the first place. Some how, by some stroke of luck or blessing, he was capable of finishing up the majority of his homework and projects without having to toil on for far too long. Perhaps it was due to not having a legitimate part time job as of yet, but he was thankful enough to have someone sponsoring both himself and his sister. Admittedly, he doubted that he'd be able to make much money on his own as it is. It wounds his pride, but the majority of the money came from his sister or someone else. The money his teenage sister made though was.. Less than honest and legal money. But it's what let them get by, so he couldn't exactly let morality get in the way, there. After all, that would turn him into a hypocrite.

Moving along, he still finds it a tad bit surprising to suddenly get a call - and from a young woman, no less. From what he could gather, she was about the same age as his little sister, if not maybe a few months older or younger (give or take). Even more surprising how he got a call from her, because she was referred to him by one of his old friends; Stephanie Nguyen. Small girl. Hyper, snarky, vulgar and without a filter. While most would find her offensive, he found her amusing. Though, that was usually expressed through his ever-changing smile and nearly lazy gaze. According to Stephanie however, he was the type of unofficial therapist who really did this to get a better understand of people in general. That, and it was a very hands-on way to learn and study. Reminded him that what he was learning, was applicable to the real world. Though he'd probably be able to manage without the degree, you can't get very far in a career without the professional education, never mind lack of a degree. Unlike his sister, Nathan wasn't all that proficient with technology. Hell, he usually broke whatever electronics as a kid, only because he couldn't control the electricity running in his hands and body.

Thankfully however, he could handle his without worrying too much about shocking it. The young man casually strolls down the sidewalks with his phone in hand, looking down at the screen as it flicked on and buzzed a notification. The young man pauses in his tracks, golden hued eyes skimming over the words before lifting it up. He adjusts the scarf around his neck as he moves away from the middle of the walk way, now to lean against the wall with his arm. Both hands grasp onto the phone and begin to tap rather quickly. He pauses to read over the message before tapping send, smiling to himself before closing the phone again.

'It's no trouble, really. I understand that the campus is big and can be confusing.'
'... In fact, I'm ashamed to say I got myself lost.'
'It shouldn't.. Take longer than five minutes, though. I'm sorry.'

But he still moved on. The young man can still say that stuff and shrug with a smile, strolling down the streets in an idle manner. He wasn't in any rush, but he didn't want to be keeping his patient for the day waiting far too long. Nathan, thankfully, comes across a map of the campus, stationed out in front of the student resource centre. He takes a moment to skim it over, trailing his finger down to the very obvious YOU ARE HERE star. And from there, he quietly traces a path back down to the entrance - or.. Where she said that she was, at the very least. From there, he also took the time to trace out a way down tot he library. Looking at the streets, turns and etc. It doesn't take him too long to pat down a route, so now he had a general idea of the space around him. With that, Nathan whistles lowly to himself, turning his heel to turn the other way and embark on the planned path. It shouldn't take too long, now. But gods, this was embarrassing. After all, he was the one who told her where to meet him, and he didn't even know how to get there without a map. To make matters worse, he's always on this campus the majority of the week, if not the majority of the days he attends classes and receives his assignments.

He continues to walk down the trail, taking a few turns here and there before finally arriving to find a young woman, sitting off to the side and eyes staring down at her phone. The man casually strolls down the street, hands resting in the front pockets of his sweater until he stands before her. Few feet to mind proximity and all. "Hello?" Nathan chimes out. He maintains the welcoming and calm smile all the same, only to tilt his head a slight bit. "Are you by any chance, Ji-Yeon?" And he extends his arm out, open palm directed towards her while pulling his other hand from the pocket. Even if he didn't exactly look like a doctor or.. Anything (hell, he looked more like those generic university guys), he was still trying to look somewhat professional. Right posture and all. Otherwise Sophia would.. Probably nag him. Team Skull did things, life on the streets did things to him. You know, the thug life. "My name is Nathan, Nathan Bell. I'm hoping that I didn't keep you waiting?~"

That asides, he lowers his head a bit, chuckling more in subtle embarrassment while keeping that constant gaze on her. "I'm sorry for being late. I'll admit, it's a bit embarrassing. I've been attending this university for three years, but I still don't know where anything is~"