Post by Mrs. M on Dec 10, 2001 14:21:50 GMT -6
Mrs. M, looking worried; almost haggard, is sat behind the desk of the restaurant. She looks at the phone.
Mrs. M:
"Maybe I phone Tate? He turn back on Sho, but right now, I no got any idea where he could be."
She contemplates it for a moment, then angrily shakes her head. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. Mrs. M looks up, and sees a figure, at the door. She runs to it, looks through the glass, and opens the door.
In the dark shadow of the night, a tall man in a smart, long black leather coat walks in. He has a tasteful, navy blue suit on, with a matching tie. His brown hair is tied back into a short, neat pony tail. He wears silver Oakleys, but the rest of his face is obscured by shadow.
Mrs. M:
"You!? Is that really you?"
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Mrs. M:"Maybe I phone Tate? He turn back on Sho, but right now, I no got any idea where he could be."
She contemplates it for a moment, then angrily shakes her head. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. Mrs. M looks up, and sees a figure, at the door. She runs to it, looks through the glass, and opens the door.
In the dark shadow of the night, a tall man in a smart, long black leather coat walks in. He has a tasteful, navy blue suit on, with a matching tie. His brown hair is tied back into a short, neat pony tail. He wears silver Oakleys, but the rest of his face is obscured by shadow.
Mrs. M:"You!? Is that really you?"
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