<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.com/a/img674/5922/VIe3Hv.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Rose O'Phelan<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Gary Danko restaurant, Fisherman's Wharf.  Early morning.<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Steel blue tank top under over-sized dark gray T-shirt, dark jeans, brown North Face women's Storm Mid boots, backpack.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rich Han<br/><br/>Rose took a long look across the street, obviously plotting the clearest and straightest possible line to run in her head. Once she seemed to be sure, the young woman gave a confident nod and looked back at Rich. He could see the nervousness in her eyes, but also a hint of resolve. She wasn't going to freeze up or do something stupid out of fear, like some walking meals he'd met before. At the very least, she would do this right. "Okay... I'll go first. You'll be right behind me." With that said, all there was left to do is wait for Rich to mount his bike and run. As soon as both parties were ready, Rose broke into a mad sprint, moving so fast that the man with her wasn't even sure he'd catch up on his bike. She was already halfway across the street when he kicked off, himself.