<strong>Outside Sunset</strong><br/><br/>Nadia inhaled the night air. She was used to not seeing too much daylight. A band like hers didn't exactly do matinees. She rested against the hood of her stingray and ran a hand over the beat-up paint job. She'd never much cared about how the car looked, just how well it ran. She began to tap her foot against the pavement impatiently. The pizza shops would be closed soon. The longer it took Sarah Jane to come outside, the more antsy she got.