[center][h1][Color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=F48CA7]Location:[/color] Al Fishawi'[/center][hr]

Josephine made her way downstairs to the front desk where she asked for a recommendation for a place to eat. After a flustered response (seriously, help these days....) she was directed towards Al Fishawi', a popular place to stop and get something to eat and enjoy a cup of tea. He also provided her with directions as it was a small trek to get there on foot. She thanked the man and, which a flick of her hair, proceeded outdoors.

She followed the directions. While she was doing so she enjoyed the sights. She saw many people of varying ethnicities and cultures. She wondered how many of them would recognize her. Surely some of them. She rather enjoyed not having reporters down her throat trying to get a story out of her, but she missed the limelight, just a smidge.

She got to Al Fishawi' and proceeded inside. She flagged over what she assumed was a waiter,[color=F48CA7] "I'll take your finest tea darling, however you make it. Also, I require something to eat, something light but flavorful. Be a dear and grab that for me while I find a place."[/color] She left the flustered waiter and looked for a table, it was then she saw a familiar sight. Haakon, a man she met on this trip who she took a liking too. He was a reporter and one who somewhat knew her. She was thankful she didn't have to share her dark secret story with him, and he was a friend. [color=F48CA7]"Oh Haakon, darling! So wonderful to see you here! Mind if I join you?[/color] she said while taking a seat, not waiting for a response. She smiled at the man and took out one of her cigarettes and lit it while she waited for her food. [color=F48CA7]"What are you working on, darling? Looks awfully important,"[/color] she probed.