[center][h1][b][color=0072bc]Echo Young[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/ikMtONF.jpg[/img]
[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] The Mighty Bean
[u][b]Interacting with:[/b][/u] Jejomar via Test [@SgtEasy], Tas [@Lady Amalthea] anyone in the Mighty Bean[/center]

The events of the party still fluttered around in Echo's head but she had managed to distract herself for the time being with school, work and of course, video games. She stood behind the counter at the Mighty Bean in her standard work "uniform" consisting of black jeans and a white blouse, covered by a white apron with a "Hello, my name is Echo" tag plastered across her left shoulder. She wasn't the biggest fan of working at the place most visited by almost everyone she knew, nor was she impressed about the 6am start of her shift, but a pay cheque was a pay cheque. That and she got free coffee out of it.

She glanced outside after hearing what sounded like Tas throwing a fit, but decided to make nothing of it. She had her own problems, like trying to figure out how she was going to act like she was still mad at Je-Je for what he did to Edgar. Her heart fluttered a bit at the thought. She hadn't seen him since she slightly blew up the day after the party after she had sobered up a bit. She walked over to the cafe's music controls, turning the volume up ever so slightly, putting on Me, Myself and I. To hell with the company rules for music, this was her moment.

[center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K533gW3boIY[/youtube][/center]

She gently drummed on the counter to the beat, mouthing the words to herself as she dug a muffin from her lunchbag. Her stomach growled. The early start often meant she had no time for a proper breakfast and today was one of those days.

She grabbed her phone from her purse and checked the message from Connor with a rather exagerated roll of her eyes. She swiped over to Je-Je's number, pausing for a minute as she stared at the blinking cursor on the screen. She had no idea what to write to him. Would it seem too friendly right now to say good morning? Perhaps a simple "Hey" would be fine. In the end, she decided on a middle ground between the two.

[color=0072bc][b]To: Jejomar[/b]
	Morning.[/color]

She quickly checked the time before tossing her phone back in her purse, watching her co-worker cross the street. Finally, the end of her shift. It took long enough. She quickly ditched the apron and let her hair down. With a swift movement, she dug the keys to her father's mustang out and shouldered her purse, walking out the front door. After unlocking the car, she hopped in and tossed her bag onto the passenger seat, revving the engine on her Mustang Shelby. It had quite the power for being from 1965, the purr of the engine music to her ears. She flipped down the aviators that had been sitting on her head and pulled out, flooring it down the quiet road.

Thoughts rushed through her head. Had she been too mean to Je? I mean Edgar had kind of brought it upon himself, but still. She had completely lost it on him, said some things that she now regretted. It had all happened so fast. Tears ran down her face as she tore down the road. She hit the clutch and dropped it down to the sixth gear, moving the car up to 100 Mph. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking in a breath as she sailed through a red light. Then everything went black.

[center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10bXmmO33tg[/youtube][/center]

Natasha's phone would ring. [color=9e0b0f]"Ms. Brinne? There's been an accident."[/color]