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Christopher Summers (chrisss) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Chris was only running a couple of minutes late - rare for him, who usually ran at least a half hour later than he intended. He just never could seem to care enough that people were waiting for him - and if it was important, they would wait, after all. But he liked Dora. There was something unassuming about her that he appreciated, she hadn't seemed bothered by his attitude or his pushiness and it was honestly refreshing.

He slipped into the coffee shop and spotted her immediately, she was looking around for him and he put on an exaggerated look of apology. "I've forgotten how weird London is to get around in," he missed the winding, misnamed, ridiculous streets of Mexico City and Boston, and then leaned down to kiss her cheek in greeting. "How are you, Dora?"