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[color=f7976a][center][h2][u]11:26 AM – A local cafe near the airport.[/u][/h2][/center][/color]

[color=f49ac2][i]“It's a little annoying lugging all this luggage around the block. Even more so waiting for this ride. I don't have too much patience for idling sitting by. At least I can enjoy myself at this wonderful cafe.”[/i][/color]

She sighed to herself. From her purse, she extracted a small pink journal that was closed by a pink elastic strap. She pulled it away and opened its blank contents. It was a fresh journal that she took along for the trip to document her adventures. If there was one thing that would take her mind off anything, it was writing. Writing was a sort of her zen moment. It was something to bring her calm and balance to her current mindset and pour her feelings and ideas into it. The writer reached into her purse once more and pulled out her special writing pen. She was quite particular about pens. It was a good quality pink fountain pen with a gold plated tip. It had a sort of floral design to it. She placed the book, opened on the first page on the table and began writing with her left. Her writing was something to be proud of. Her cursive writing was a thing of art. It was a dying writing style in this modern age. Not many people could read and write it these days. 

[color=f49ac2][i]“Day 0 – The Humdrum Arrival”[/i][/color] She titled her first page. [color=f49ac2][i]“I was let down by this mysterious person's offer, Lucifer Van Bonaparte. From what I understand from the pages of time, he was quite a revered person in history, being one of the powerful men to help humanity evolve to the future. A legend. My disappointment was more so a personal quarrel. I was given an extravagant vacation in France, a dream of every traveler, every couple. The City of Love was what France was coined. But, when my partner in crime was the one not invited to this gift, I had the mind to decline. He didn't have the means to make such an expensive travel plan nor the time to abruptly drop everything he was building in his life. It was unfair. It was also unfair that this mysterious man would send me these terms and conditions. I had to leave my boyfriend behind in pursuit of this wish that he had promised, despite his objections. I promised him that when I come back to him, we will have a night of fun.”[/i][/color]

She wrote for about 5 minutes before the waiter arrived with her sandwich and earl gray tea. He carefully placed the food in front of her as she passive waved at him as thanks. She awkwardly took the sandwich with her right and took a bite. 

[color=f49ac2][i]“I thought France was the culinary center of the world. This sandwich sucks. For a cafe that looks rather quaint on the forefront, the food was rather bland. It's deceptive. A fraud. I should write a review of this place later on.”[/i][/color]

She took a mental note before taking in another bite. She hoped that the food at the mansion would be luxurious. She had high hopes. It was about another 10 minutes before she finished her sandwich and side. She quickly called upon the waiter with a request for her check. He gave her a dirty look, only to be overpowered by 'the look'. It was as if she was injecting fear into the unfortunate lad that he scurried to the back with the empty plates from her table and returned to produce a check. Lotus gave a slight chuckle through that ordeal. 

[color=f49ac2][i]“It's quite funny to see men tremble before the woman's glare. If only it worked on my boyfriend.”[/i][/color]

She paid the waiter and gave him a cheap tip for his mediocre performance and his rude challenge. She collected her belongings and proceeded to the rally point. 

[color=f7976a][center][h2][u]12:10 PM – The Arrival Point.[/u][/h2][/center][/color] 

Lotus strolled down the block until she arrived at the front of the hotel, the meeting point. There wasn't much human traffic around the hotel. It was after noon. She still had around 5 more hours of waiting before the pick up. She scanned around her and found a bench nearly. The other end was occupied by another person, a rather slim, timid looking girl. She let out a small chuckle and planted herself on the other end. She was finally relieved as she placed her luggage down and secured it around her. From her purse, she brought out a small notebook. It was also blank as her journal. She flipped to the first page and took out her trusty pen and began writing random things.  She looked up and observed the buildings around her as well as the people.

[color=f49ac2][i]“Buildings are rather aged, but stood the test of time. It has been modernized to fit today's needs but is still restricted by its past. People around here are rather rude in nature. A couple of men tried to hit on me and a waiter dared to challenge me to a staring game.”[/i][/color]

Her eyes glanced at the girl while still focused on her notebook.

[color=f49ac2][i]“A timid looking girl beside me. Pale skinned. Deep brown hair. I feel like I could scare her and she would run away. So many things I could have fun with.”[/i][/color]

Then while jotting down her notes, she began to speak with the girl. 

[color=f49ac2]“How are you, Girlfriend? How's your day going?”[/color]