*a rattling sound and occasional cursing sounds out through the semi-abandoned street as the sun goes down. The source is 20 year old trying to close down the retro diner with very little success. Finally the lock turns and the woman looks around attempting to make sure no one else saw her struggle. Her eyes found an older man on the street across from her though. Something was different though from embarrassment, she knew him and she begins to yell at him from across where he was walking*
Hey! Mr. Vedette! It’s me Basil, from a couple years ago? I was in your history class, I was the one who did her history report of intriguing unsolved cases in the United States?
(Apologies for not answering this ask! I unferstand that you sent two of these in out of urgency, i believe?)
[Wayne had been traversing the streets after a working day, trying to catch up with people and visit places he hadn't been to in a while, his last stop had been the roller-rama. He had been walking near miss Retro's to make his way home at that time, his head hung low and tired, when Basil yelled. He perked up and looked across the street to her, his face lighting up. He waved escitedly as he began to cross the street.]
' Ah ! Basil , Hello ! It's nice to see you after a short while . . I do remember you , yes . . I believe youbwere nice and very well behaved , despite everyone else's crude behavior . How are you , girl ? '
[The man was now smiling widely as he shoved his hands into his pant-pockets, curiosity blooming.]