Multipup, Late Afternoon, OTA
Calling it an early day, Adam was down in the gym, putting on quiet the show. Barechested, he sweated to the '80's, singing along to the music that poured through the iPod tucked into the waistband of his shorts.
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Out in the gardens Alec sat, scanning the paper, reading without really seeing. His mind was elsewhere-upstairs with teenager still too frightened to leave the apartment and on the nameless, faceless figure that was stalking the city streets.
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Also in the gardens, and also reading, was Joe. He, however, had opted for the table just outside the Mocha. Here he could enjoy the late afternoon sunshine, and be close enough for a refill. The best of both worlds.
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Saturday and Sunday, Jazz had worked, spending her whole shift on pins and needles, expecting at any moment for Mr. Michaels to turn up and tell her that he'd changed his mind. But he hadn't. And now she was forced to consider that maybe, just maybe, he'd meant what he'd said.
Figuring it couldn't hurt to at least look, she sat in the Mocha and flipped through the various pamphlets Michaels had given her. School, huh?...Who'd a'thunk?
Classes start tomorrow, here be my last "hurrah" of the summer. ;P Get 'em before they're gone.