<strong>Malaya<br/>At her preferred bar<br/>Talking on the phone and watching tv</strong><br/>Nothing new is coming from the TV. The usual programme resumed as they were talking, mentioning the police refuses comments. If anyone is surprised by this, people around you are hiding it very well indeed!<br/>"Fine", the answer came. "I got him on FB chat. See you in an hour at Giuseppe's, okay?"<br/>Then Butterfly hanged in, not waiting for her to answer. She had agreed already, and that's where they took people they didn't know. Nice, Italian food, slow overworked waitress, multiple exits - perfect for meeting people you might want to avoid later in the evening.<br/>The name was enough to tell her what Butterfly thinks about the fan.<br/><br/>*** (Almost an hour later, as soon as she arrives) ***<br/><br/>The fan is tall, blond, pale, carries sunglasses, and talks with a Southern accent. Neither of these manages to hide quite so well the fact that he's almost not old enough to be here.<br/>He might have even used a fake ID at the door, for all you know. But at least he ain't showing visible agitation...well, at least not visible aggression.<br/>"I'm glad to meet ya, ma'am", he greets you, raising from his chair and extending you his hand.<br/>"I took the liberty to order some Spaghetti for myself, because I don't know anything else from this food. And I'm ravenous. Hope you don't mind? Seems like she's forgotten my order anyway, or something!"