At the sound of his name, Jack whipped his head around, finally spotting the waving arm and the man it was attached to. He broke into a grin - yep, it was Shae all right. There was no mistaking that voice, or that face, even though the hair was a LOT longer now than it was the last time he saw him. That was okay, he'd always thought the buzz-cut looked stupid on Shae anyway.
Jack turned and trotted across the parking lot toward the other man, the asphalt pleasantly rough and warm against the bare soles of his feet. "Heya," he called. Slowing to a walk, he approached Shae, eyeing his old friend up and down. The near-decade since he'd seen Shae seemed to have treated him well. Which was a relief, given how wild and risk-loving both of them tended to be.
He stopped not far from the familiar Firebird. "Your message sounded like you wanted to see me." Jack spread his arms wide, wrestling his grin into a self-satisfied smirk. "Well, here I am."