Being lazy around the house was against his religion, or at least it would've been if Nathan had a religion. He could sit down and watch tv on occasion but it wouldn't last long, especially when all that was on were reruns of Jersey Shore episodes. How boring was that? It was a little too cold to practice outdoors so there wasn't much left that he could do at home. Going jogging was somewhat better; it got him outside and gave him something to do, kept him warm, and it was exercise. Nothing wrong with that. So that was how he decided to spend a bit of his Saturday afternoon. He armed himself with a gray pull over hoodie and black track pants, then he was good to go.
Nathan spent a couple of hours running around before his appetite snuck up on him. As he turned on one of the roads to head towards the cafe, he spotted Cassie. He noticed that she looked kind of confused. He had no idea how she could've gotten lost on this island so it couldn't have been that. Nathan quickly crossed the street and walked over to her, "Hey Cass," smiling a bit as he greeted her, "you ok? You look lost or something."