<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>The face is familiar but the body has changed</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://graphicpolicy.files.wordpress.com/2015/09/karen004.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Dawn Murrayfield (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246517.msg12230219#msg12230219)<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Bronze Freshman Student<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Gay<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Surprised (notice a theme here?)<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> tbc?<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Cafe, A table, waiting for someone (hopefully)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> As photo<br/><strong>tagging</strong> Ezra (Kokaine), Leila (Angel Fire) (Mentioned in the hope she'll show up)  <strong><em>[OPEN]</em></strong> <br/></span><br/><hr/><br/>Dawn was waiting. The girl from the party was supposed to be meeting her here, she hoped... Well, Dawn wasn't going to go all mopy and sulky if Leila didn't show up, but she was certainly hoping that she would. She sipped her coke and nibbled on her fries in the hope that the girl she had her heart set on was going to show up and they could actually eat together.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246501.msg12235104#msg12235104">Quote from: Kokaine on 12-04-2016, 17:28:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"H-Hey Ezra!"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The shout made her (and most of the rest of the café's clientèle) look up. The first thing she noticed was some fat guy arguing with the teller over the price of his three meals. Apparently, she was trying to charge him for the total amount on his plate and he was arguing that he should be getting some sort of bulk discount.... At least that was what her over-active imagination told her, seeing as she couldn't actually hear what was being said and couldn't lip-read. But then her attention was drawn to the source of the shout. Some geek was trying to chat up a total hottie.<br/><br/>"Yeah, good luck with that, buster", she muttered to herself. "I'd stand a better chance than y...." Her mouth dropped open as the woman turned to face her. "Holy shit! I'd know that face anywhere..... And now I'm talking to myself, great!"<br/><br/>But it was true. The geek had called the woman Ezra. Ezra Bardhi, a blast from the past...<br/><br/>She hadn't thought of Ezra for years. It had been her first experience of lesbian sex, with a firebrand of a kid who had made her realise that no man could ever satisfy her. The affair had been brief and fun, and then her parents had dragged her, kicking and screaming, back to Kentucky and she'd never seen the girl again.<br/><br/>She was staring, Oh God! She was staring at her old flame from years ago... She looked away, back to her fries. Too late. Far too late.