My friend Jordan Hartman is a layered man, many times people see him as the peevish guy who walks malcontent and frivolous through the hallways of the YMCA; however, those few who know him well see beneath his thick exterior and find the loyal and caring person he truly is. he carries out his life in a discrete manner; his name is technically unknown to people, even co-workers shrug when Jordan Hartman is mentioned. Instead, they recognize him as “Tito,” the name that defines him almost everywhere. His physic makes him slightly fearful and respectable; he walks back and forth the halls exalting the robust traps around his shoulders and the broadside of his thorax, exposed by the hand-ripped shirts he porously wears when he exercises. He always speaks with a firm tone, making his words hefty and trustworthy. Furthermore than pride, Jordan displays overconfidence and independence; sometimes even defiance towards those who dispute his thinking. Tito is always wearing a red watch everywhere he goes; at band practice, at the gym, at school, it would not be surprising if he wears it in the shower. The watch is technically a part of him; the fire red color of its rough surface resembles the redness of Jordan’s bulky swollen shoulders, after a long exhausting day under …show more content…
As the girl with the red shirt slowly and skeptically approaches the entrance, he voices her to speed up her motion process, with a smooth, thick deepened yell, making the girl with the red uniform to shut into her arms and break into a cry, as if in the presence of a supernatural spectrum. Jordan laughs at the unexpected, and dramatically over reacted showed, as the girl lays her spine against the cold bricks of the wall. After reflecting the situation, he comes to notice her cries and apologetically taps her in the shoulder, with warming awkwardness until she ceases to