[b][center][h2]Paige Kennedy[/h2][/center][/b]

She hadn’t even bothered to wear her golfing shoes just to go to the driving range, just white athletic sneakers that matched her white skort. It was thankfully warm enough that she didn’t feel [i]too uncomfortable[/i], though being from Florida, she was still far from adjusted even after all the time she spent in Sol and wore a red long sleeve Nike polo- again showing her defiance towards the City by sporting their arch rival’s, the Delta City* Diamonds, infamous colors.Along with her gun and her Marshal’s star, she carried a few clubs in a small Callaway bag back towards her car drawing the satisfying ire of those Sol City faithful that recognized her passive-aggressive thumbing of the nose. 

Closing the trunk of her car she leaned against the back and scrolled through her phone briefly, [i]almost[/i] letting herself enjoy the first somewhat pleasant day in ages. Sio was about to give a painting class and Milo was working on a project for a customer. His shop was only a short drive and she weighed whether or not to bother him in the name of free food. He tended to get pissy when his work was interrupted, though she liked the thought of having his attention directed at her rather than slaving away over a piece of metal. She smirked at the thought, but decided to leave him to it and make him miss her for a while. She could get lunch in Central Point and maybe swing by the office if she felt like it. 

It was a short drive and she didn’t worry about parking which made things easy. When the traffic cops ran the plates and saw the little blue M3 was registered to the US Marshal Service, they left it alone. She left her business card on the dash and strolled away hearing the door locks chirp happily as she crossed the street in the shadow of downtown skyscrapers. Food was cooking nearby. She could smell it. [i]Something different... Almost familiar[/i]. Her brow furrowed slightly in curiosity as her stomach led her feet around the city’s weekend foot traffic, past other local shops and across two more blocks until she found it: an olive drab colored food truck that looked like it was converted from an armored car which in conjunction with the Cuban flare and relaxing beach music, scored massive points for originality. Her eyes scanned the large posted menu as she approached. 

When she was assigned to her hometown of Delta City, Florida, [i]everyone[/i] hit the food truck line outside the Air Force base on the southern peninsula: It was just a way of life and essentially a requirement when working around the southern end of town. As many times as she had been to Central Point since arriving in Sol, she had never seen this truck. [i]Fucking finally…[/i]. She thought- Something that felt like home. As a seat cleared out, she deftly slid in next to a redhead and hung her small pocketbook over the chairback. If [i]Entre Dos Islas[/i] was anything like the trucks back home, a potential customer needed to know what they wanted when it was their turn and she ordered smartly like she had been there a hundred times, “Super Cuban, please” She said, abbreviating the name. Her southern accent was evident as she spoke to the taller, dark-haired man that was taking orders. 


[@baraquiel][@Headhunter]
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*[i]Delta City- Delta City, is a fictitious City in Florida in the Sol City universe. Just like Sol takes the place of Seattle, WA, Delta City takes the place of Tampa, Florida. Their professional football team, the Delta Diamonds, are Sol City's arch rivals[/i]