[centre][h1][colour=firebrick][u]Friedrich Vogel[/u][/colour][/h1]
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Fritz laughed slightly at Stride's request to be just friends. [colour=firebrick]"Mein Gott, classy? I don't know, just brought well. I lived in bohemian France for like 80-90 years. Wouldn't call that classy. The classiest thing I did there was sleep with Simone de Beauvoir. Or was it Sartre?"[/colour] He twisted his glass of bourbon on the bar in front of him, staring off into space for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed, deep in thought. [colour=firebrick]"Yeah, it was de Beauvoir for sure. After she published All Men Are Mortal, I believe."[/colour]

He look slightly less intense for a moment, a smile flickering on his face. It dropped back into its usual firm frown, and he continued. [colour=firebrick]"But I'm going to be perfectly honest with you. Love at first sight is a thing, but only in some circumstances. So yeah, maybe it's weird for us to act like a couple now, maybe it isn't. I don't know. But, I'm pretty sure if the wrist says we're meant to be, we are. It never said immediately, though So let's be friends for now. See if it's right or wrong."[/colour]

He knocked back the rest of his drink, before looking up at the TV on the wall. Reports of an F5 hurricane hitting his apartment block and his block alone flashed on the screen. [colour=firebrick]"Heiliger Strohsack!"[/colour] He exclaimed, trying to mask his profanity. He turned to Stride, looking deeply disturbed. [colour=firebrick]"On the TV! That's my apartmet block! All my stuff, my laptop, my books, my notes! All of it's probably trashed. Hell, I need to go and check out the scene one the crime."[/colour]

He picked up his briefcase, spiking up his jackets collar again, passing some money to the bartender. [colour=firebrick]"If it's meant to be, I'll see you later, right? Of course. So, I'll see you halber Mann."[/colour] He walked away muttering [colour=firebrick]"That's what I'll call you now, Fraülein Stride. Halber Mann."[/colour]

He ran through the rain, to his apartment, slipping over on the pavement, bruising his knee. As he reached the block, the sight he saw that shocked him was not the state of the building, but that of his good friend Julie lying almost lifeless, certainly unconscious, on the pavement. He stood speechless for a moment, before spring into action and kneeling down beside her. She was immortal, he didn't need to check her pulse, she wouldn't die. He was still concerned. He remembered his phone had died on him earlier, no chance of him calling an ambulance.

[colour=firebrick]"Hey, Julie, can you hear me? If you can, this is Fritz Vogel speaking. Listen, I'm going to find someone who can call an ambulance and you're going to be fine. Just fine. I promise."[/colour] He raised his head slightly, calling out for help from anyone nearby. He lifted Julie's head slightly, placing it on his lap, so she didn't choke. She [i]was[/i] going to be fine, right?

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