<strong>Parvarti Hills, 15 Imperial Street</strong><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Dear Geoff,<br/>I can't believe I'm admitting this so openly, but every time we exchange emails, I get a little more excited. I never thought I'd even meet someone that I share so many interests with, let alone someone that actually lives out here in Rock. As well as things are going, I really think I'd enjoy meeting you sometime soon. You seem like someone I could really trust. Maybe we could go hiking up on the north part of the island... We'd bring our laptops, of course, maybe rent a glider. Okay, now I'm just daydreaming.<br/><br/>Even a cup of coffee down at Hipster's would be great, to be honest. Anyway, let me know what you think, I'm looking forward to your next reply!<br/><br/>Yours,<br/>Marie<br/><br/>PS: Even wonder why they don't just call the place Rock Island already? Think of the tourism opportunities!</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Apparently, Yam didn't need to stop trolling any lovesick wonders as she switched to her email. Ever the popular one, Yam barely had time for her email before her phone began buzzing. The number wasn't in her phone, but it was right in the 250 area code, so it couldn't be too far from home.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Yam, it's L's friend. U'v got 2 C this. Grab Ur camera and get 2 the piers where Ur dad works!</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>With all the performers and vendors that tended to congregate around the piers, it probably wouldn't be too surprising to be called out on such short notice, even if it was by a complete stranger.