<div class="floatright">(http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/Angie+Labcoat.JPG)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Angie Hart, RN<br/><strong>Location</strong>: CAMPUS CLINIC then to COFFEE SHOP<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Anyone at the coffee shop.<br/><br/>Ms. Knight's non-nonchalant way of confirming Angie's ill feelings was unsettling. She simply nodded when Joanna excused herself. Angie leaned into her desk on her elbows and rubbed her eyes. She shook her dreadful premonition out of her head and opened the nursing schedule for the next 48 hours. She attended to the most vital paperwork, then set the rest aside for tomorrow. It would be easier to address when she wasn't so weary. She shut down the computer and packed up for the day. It would be going on late afternoon now, and she needed time to relax.<br/><br/>She waved to the receptionist that had taken over when Linda's shift had been done, and looked intently at her name plate. 'Gina.' She said quietly to herself as she tried to commit the name to memory. "Gina, I'm heading out for the day, but text me if there are any problems."<br/><br/>Gina nodded and smiled. "Enjoy your afternoon, Director."<br/><br/>Angie nodded back. The title director still felt heavy to her, so she shot back "Please, call me Angie." before leaving through the main entrance. The weather was perfect, and the omnipresent salty scent in the air was pleasant. She decided to stop by the coffee shop before returning to her apartment to change and try out the beach. As she walked, her cell phone rang and a photo of her mother came up on the screen. She glanced at the time and did a quick time zone calculation before picking up. "Mom? Why are you calling so late? Isn't it late there?"<br/><br/>She heard her mother chuckle on the other end of the line. "Oh that's not a problem. We just wanted to see how you were getting along in paradise, kiddo. Did you have a nice first day?"<br/><br/>Taking up residence on a bench just outside the coffee shop, Angie smiled. It was nice to hear a familiar voice. "Paradise is great. People still need medical care here, but... It's beautiful. Maybe you and Dad can come for a visit..."<br/><br/>"Oh you know your father... He doesn't really like to travel anymore. But maybe I'll show him, and come see you myself!" She laughed, but Angie could hear the pang of sadness in her voice. "I miss my little girl, and now you're farther away than ever. Oh well, it sounds like you're doing fine, and I don't want to keep you from anything. You have a nice time, and give us a call once in a while."<br/><br/>"Sure, Mom. You and Dad take care too. I love you guys."<br/><br/>"We love you too. We're so proud of you."<br/><br/>Angie ended the call and slipped the phone back into her pocket. As she entered the coffee shop, she felt a few heads turn in her direction and she wasn't surprised. It wasn't very common to see a woman under thirty with silver white hair. She'd learned to shrug the stares off and this time was no different. She felt no shame in being born with a lack of hair pigmentation. She glanced through the wall menu and decided on chamomile tea and a blueberry scone before she even got in line.<br/><br/>It took about ten minutes to get her order and she took her purchases to a small wrought iron table in the corner of the shop's open patio. Her eyes flowed around the area, taking in the people nearby. She thought she heard the sound of a guitar being played, but this was a college campus. Young men twanging away at their guitars were a dime a dozen. She mused for a moment and remembered her earlier promise to find someone who could teach her to play her grand piano.