'Well, that's surprising.' David looked into the eyes of the man, who wore a playful expression on his face.
David wasn't exactly sure how common his hair color was, therefore didn't decided to make thoughts about having any relation to the person, the man was talking about.
Even though, he didn't see anyone with a remotely close hair color to his while walking the streets of Backlund's East Borough, he didn't want to get to a premature conclusion.
A memory fragment of the old David appeared in his mind with someone talking to David while sitting together in a restaurant. The restaurant looked gothic and was definitely part of the richer districts-
"You have a funny hair color, are you aware of that? I've never seen anyone with such hair in the whole Backlund?"
The person talking to him in the memory, looked like a young gangster. David would almost have believed that he is part of a gang if the face didn't look so familiar.
David hit his forehead with the palm of his hand as he realized who that young version of one of his friends was.
It was Theo, who didn't change much as he grew up. Just the scar appeared to be a rather new development as the memory didn't show anything on the young man't face.
He contemplated whether he should ask Theo about the scar or later look into the memories of the old David for a more thorough observation of when Theo could have acquired the scar.
However, David still hadn't fully adapted to the whole amount of information that came with his transmigration. Some of his memory recalling seemed to lead to headache while other's don't.
This memory didn't lead to headache and David started to make some thoughts about the matter, but decided to drop it as he still had to answer the old man in front of him and it isn't like time would stop for him to think like in some kind of criminal story.
"I was born with that hair color, and you aren't the first person to tell me that. My name is David Smith. Just call me Mr. Smith, please."
David decided to leave out his middle name 'Emerick', because he didn't want to seem overly proud of his name and because he thought it isn't necessary for everyone to know that.
The elderly man raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard David's surname. He was aware of someone with the same hair color and surname.
'That can't be a coincidence. Is he the son of him? He had a son? Why didn't he tell me?'
The man coughed into his hand and brought his startled self back to reality. While calming himself, he inspected Mr. Smith before him. The more he looked, the more the similarities appeared in front of his eyes. The mister before had much sharper facial features combined with his hair, he could just imagine how famous he is with the ladies.
The eye color is the same as him, too, he thought while almost staring at the young man before him. It was too ridiculous to believe that person would have a son. No, it was impossible to believe for him. That bum was every women's antagonist. Innerly, he furrowed his brows while trying his best to keep composure without openly lampooning.
"Hello, Mr. Smith, I am commonly referred as Mr. Hill. Mr. Jonathan Hill. Do you need to go somewhere? You seem to be moving as if you don't know the word rest."
David smiled politely and deliberately slowed his walking speed to talk to Mr. Hill. Though he didn't know Mr. Hill, he felt like he could trust him. Not thinking too much about that feeling, he answered Mr. Hill's question.
"I am on the way to a bar. The Sparebeer Bar to be precise. Do you know where that bar is, mister?"
The words almost flew from his lips. He spoke confidently with a hunch of humbleness in his voice. Had he abruptly changed his way of speaking wondered David. He felt secure talking to this man like he was his best friend.
A flicker of amusement formed itself on Jonathan's face as he saw the David's reaction to his question. But it made his suspicions about David's lineage even more sure. He couldn't think of another person, who had such similarities with David.
'So, you, annoyance, have actually left something behind in this cruel world. To be honest, I didn't expect it. Who was his wife? Did he even have a 'wife' in the traditional sense?'
Slightly turning his head from left to right, Jonathan looked at David Smith, who was blissfully unaware of the man's thoughts. With that, Jonathan decided that he would show him the way to the Sparebeer Bar and talk with him on the way there.
"I do indeed know the way to the Sparebeer Bar. As it just happens to be, I am also on the way there. If you want, we can walk together?"
David again felt the strange urge to trust the man. Though, he didn't know why. However, he didn't feel like he should have a problem with the man accompanying him and he could get to know some things. He didn't see any downside.
"I don't have a problem with that, Mr. Hill. We can continue our conversation on the way there, is that comfortable for you?"
"There is no problem at all. I am just as fit as when I was younger. Maybe I even feel better."
Jonathan laughed quietly as they continued walking on the walkway. He hadn't expected to have such a fortunate encounter. Even if he isn't the son of that guy, he seems to be a good person and definitely worth talking to.
David thought similarly, but he actually began to feel weird. He still couldn't explain that feeling of trust, which had built up in him as he met the man. Out of reflex and uneasiness, he ran his finger through his har.