May 30, 2013
☩ 2 are searching for Grace
sanctusaequitas
shotofirish
Lips pursed slightly in wonderment as her eyes fell upon the taller man's face, watching him as he waited to be served. She had seen his face before, was it on the television as a kid? Analise couldn't remember precisely because the memory was too early on in life; but she had recognized his face from somewhere in the media for some reason. That reason remained a mystery to her as well, though something told her it wasn't for winning a medal of peace.
"Hi, what can I get you today?" She asked in her usual waitressing tone.
