[center][b][h2][color=808080]Sheridan Black[/color][/h2][/b][/center]
[center][b][h3][color=808080]Dangeki Pawn & Parlor Café[/color][/h3][/b][/center]
[img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/46225469/RP/Sheridan5.png[/img]

The black sportscar cruised through the city streets on a long route that would take it away from what traffic there would be at this time of day. It eased to a gentle stop outside of the cafe and idled for a moment the engine stopped and the female driver stepped out. If Sheridan Black could have looked tired, she would have. She didn't need sleep but after almost a week in Prague taking care of a group of new chasers that had gotten in over their heads and the subsequent twelve hours of flying to get back to Japan she was very much in need of some time to sit down and relax.

Of course work always came first and she reached into the back seat and pulled out a tactical style single shoulder bag before closing the door with a push of her hip. There was always something going on here and it never hurt to be prepared. Sheridan walked in through the door and did her best to ignore the garishly painted Suzuki parked outside. After a moment to appreciate the aroma of coffee and baked goods she walked to the counter to make her order.

[color=808080]"A large coffee, black, and two single espressos, please. I suppose I'll take a carrot muffin as well."[/color]

She didn't need the food but it made her feel like she fit in better if she bought something. Sheridan also enjoyed coffee a lot. Before even taking it back to a free table she drank half of the coffee and poured the contents of the two smaller cups into the large one. This concoction and the muffin were carried over to a table near the job board so that she could take a look at the postings while she ate. The graffiti mission looked interesting and it wasn't as if she could be sick anyway.

[color=808080]"Is anyone else working on this graffiti case?"[/color]

[@McFazzer]