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[color=E34234][sub][I]Hvass, Illinois[/I][/sub][/color][/indent][indent][color=e34234][sup][right][i]7:34 AM, CST[/i][/right][/sup][/color][/indent][hr][indent][color=E34234][sup][b]Main Street — [@Lemons][/b][/sup][/color][/indent][indent][indent][indent][color=e34234][i]This is who I'm supposed to be working with?[/i][/color]

Were it not for [i]other circumstances[/i], namely the Fog and the monsters it left behind, Sarah would've figured everyone in the world had collectively agreed to play a cruel joke on her. Of course, everyone had some sort of trauma these days. It was par for the course of not being murdered by some demon outside on the streets of your hometown. But Amber? She seemed to be a walking, bumbling disaster of a nervous wreck. 

And that wasn't even counting the height difference! Despite being much older, Amber must've been at least a foot shorter than Sarah. Not that she minded, of course, but it did feel a tad awkward. Not like a grandparent being all giddy about how tall their grandchild was awkward, but more so just plain awkward.

[color=E34234]"Well, Amber—I'm Sarah. Though, you might already know that. My father does have a habit of bringing me up, about how proud he is of me, to all his customers. At least, when this place still had customers."[/color]

[color=e34234]"As I was saying, we're supposed to head over to the diner for inventory today. I don't think it'll take very long since we'll probably have some help to count cans or whatever."[/color] She replied, beginning to walk towards the exit. [color=e34234]"So, I guess if you want to follow me, we can be on our way."[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]