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[h2][center][color=E9967A]Heather[/color][/center][/h2]
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Location: The Cafe
Interacting with: Customers and the manager
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Heather enjoyed the walk. The was refreshing. Sirens blared a bit heading to some crime. She paused debating if curiosity should be satiated. Mr. Jackson had sounded, well not desperate, that wasn't the right word. More as if he wanted her there as soon as possible. She sped up her walk a little to make sure she got to the cafe faster.

"[color=E9967A]No problem.[/color]" Heather gave a smile to Mr. Jackson and went to the back to get her apron on. She took a deep breath as she clocked in. Working would be fine. She told herself. Just lose yourself in making the coffee. Heather stepped back out into the cafe and took up a place behind the counter filling orders. She chatted with a couple of people, those who knew her and why she had been out of time gave her sympathetic smiles or asked why she was back so soon. "[color=E9967A]You know just get your mind off of it. It seems like I missed a lot here.[/color]" The little she had heard before today hadn't told her much. "[color=E9967A]I think something else was going on as I was coming in. I heard sirens.[/color]" Heather was a bit worried as to what might have happened and hoped no one else was dead. Especially in such a grisly manner. Maybe her father wasn't completely wrong, and she should have stayed back home a little longer. Not that LA was a good city, but something far more sinister feeling was happening here.