@rich-rockwell
Location: Sofia’s //1PM
Cordelia had opted to wheel the tank around, but her backpack was still slung over her shoulder in case she changed her mind last minute. Usually she ran on her own time and was exceptionally late to everything. But today she was rather early. She honestly couldn’t remember when she had beat Rich to a place before. Drumming her fingers against her forehead she offered a smile to the hostess.
Dark hues glance from one side to the other, as she pointed to a booth that had a decent look outside and seemed to be void of other people around it. Cee settled down into the booth, already ordering herself a chocolate milkshake while she waited. She didn’t feel the need to worry that Rich wouldn’t find her, because it was hard to miss the tank on the outside of the booth.
The reflection of a headlight gained her full undivided attention. Thoughts distracted by the events of the night prior. Any of these cars could potentially be part of the next shooting. She checked her phone, and was surprised to find her brother wasn’t at their meeting destination. It was still early, but rather late for him.