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She hardly heard what the strange young man had to say, blanking out as she stared at the television screen. There was a news segment about cute little puppies prancing about and how about having a puppy or kitten would lower your blood pressure. Whitney couldn't deny such a statement-- she always wanted a cute pooch bouncing around all the place. But... it was weird. Just moments ago, the news channel was talking about a killing, and now they were talking about how having something cute and soft would make you live longer. [i][color=8882be]New stations are weird...[/color][/i]

When she turned to look back at the new face, she realized he was gone. Whitney blinked in surprise, wondering where he went, before she rested her eyes on the issue occurring behind her seat. Since when did so many people get there? And apparently, there was a huge argument between two people, as she could tell by the sight of the angry red-headed woman and the nonchalant man in the other booth. For a moment, she cursed herself about missing all the action. If she had heard, maybe she could have learned some juicy comebacks.

[@Eklispe] 

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After serving the two women, Garrett turned his attention back to the man at the doorway. At least [i]he[/i] was patient enough to not call out to him, or cause any other issues. With another of his drawn out sighs, he made his way over, blinking at the mention of someone losing a purse. The person who lost such an item had ordered a strudel and coffee... he was sure that he had seen such a person earlier in the diner. [color=f26522][b]"Well, I didn't serve anyone that looked like that,"[/b][/color] he answered him blandly, staring at the new face with a deep frown. [b][color=f26522]"But I can check the back to see if they put it to the side." [/color][/b]

He spun on his heel and walked to the back room. A cough, along with a string of curses, left his lips as soon as he entered it. Garrett waved the gathering dust in front of his nose, sniffing and shuffling around the room as he struggled to locate the lost bag. Luckily, he found the purse-- it was shoved into a box with other lost objects, forgotten long ago. He tucked the purse under his arm and made his way out of the room, approaching the man. [color=f26522][b]"Here,"[/b][/color] he grumbled, sniffing again as he felt the inside of his nostrils become irritated. Was something burning, or was it just him?

[@Bourgeoisie]