[ The voice that calls out is an unfamiliar one, but you wouldn't know it from the way she waves. Nor would anyone else, apparently; she only has to give the odd 'thank you!' and 'yes, of course' as she closes the distance between them.
Plaid skirt, high socks, white blouse . . . if it wasn't for the tattoo on her wrist, and maybe the pink of her hair, she could be just another citizen here. ]
We aren't even close to the café—this assignment isn't going to finish itself.
[ She shifts the backpack on her back, and . . . winks. ]
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[ The voice that calls out is an unfamiliar one, but you wouldn't know it from the way she waves. Nor would anyone else, apparently; she only has to give the odd 'thank you!' and 'yes, of course' as she closes the distance between them.
Plaid skirt, high socks, white blouse . . . if it wasn't for the tattoo on her wrist, and maybe the pink of her hair, she could be just another citizen here. ]
We aren't even close to the café—this assignment isn't going to finish itself.
[ She shifts the backpack on her back, and . . . winks. ]
Are you coming?