Derek;
Where: Ivory Warehouses | Montreal Ports When: 11am, Post Event
The car was vintage, belonging to her grandfather for the better half of forty years. And while the classic 75 Mustang looked like a great ride, it proved to cause more headaches than it was worth. Emilia simply didn’t have the heart to get rid of it... currently stalled in the Ivory parking lot, she let out a frustrated sigh. Of course. It wasn’t as if she had other things to do, not like she had a lab at McGill within the next hour. Frantic fingers quickly typed out a preemptive apology to her professor, hitting send before she looked around. For the most part, the lot was empty... sans one soul who’d just left the offices. “Hey-” Emilia called out as she got out of the car, eyes falling on Derek. The Capo was someone she was familiar with, much like most of the Ivory, although she’d yet to have a prolong conversation with him. It looked like luck was ready to change that. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about a dead battery, would you?”
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