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September 9th, 1992 - Albuquerque


"Jesse, this is Mr. and Mrs. Scott. Joseph, Giovanna, this is our son, Jesse," his father introduced.

Eight year old Jesse waved lazily. He would have rather been out biking with his friends, but his parents had insisted that he needed to meet the new neighbours. The Scotts had just moved into the big house at the end of their street. He had been told that they had a kid and he was hoping that it was a boy so he would have someone to play video games with.

Mr. Scott was a big man who had bright blue eyes and black hair. He ruffled Jesse's hair and laughed, "Hello, son, nice to meet you."

Mrs. Scott on the other hand, was a tall and slender woman. Her hair was light brown and fell in loose curls around her angular face. Her eyes were sparkling green and her voice was lightly hinted with some sort of accent. Freshly manicured fingers pinched his cheeks. "Oh, isn't he just darling!"

"Darling, where is that daughter of ours?" Mr. Scott asked, looking around.

Jesse frowned a little. A girl would not want to come down to the arcade with him and would definitely not want to go ride bikes with him and his friends. However, as if on cue, a small girl came running down the street. She wore a light pink dress and black shoes. She looked like her mother but had her hair cut in a bob and the same striking blue eyes as her father. She stopped behind Mr. Scott, sounding a little out of breath.

"Sorry, Papa, I was just making sure Bonbon got fed," she said, batting her lashes.

Mr. Scott laughed heartily and pulled her forward. "And this is our daughter, Felicity. Felicity, meet Mr. and Mrs. Pinkman, and their son, Jesse. He's the same age as you."

Felicity cocked her head to the side and nodded a little. "Hello."