"The Nimbus? Maneuverable enough, but I've always found them a little doggy from standstill." Rich set his plate of four eggs over well, a side of chips, and a huge mug of black coffee down on a nearby table and sat in the chair nearest the young woman who did look sort of familiar in a schoolish sort of way. "Too much cushioning charm and I don't care for the irons."
It had been a long few days since the bombings, but his business in the middle east and near Asia seemed to be fairly under control finally so he had decided to celebrate with a long early workout and food that wasn't foreign or takeaway before heading into his office to once again confront the Mountains of Paperwork that had sprung up in his absence.