<div class="floatleft">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQsZZNUqc5dBD2DxWHAnYlJZIzW7rt8C8oz5D1BAyzo3dT9oepB)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Adrian Farone.</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- South American Fusion Eatery in Downtown San Francisco<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 11th March '06 (approx 1pm).<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Clint<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Adrian took the folder of pictures, glad for some sample work to see. Adrian never really trusted people at what they said without some proof. This car seemed to have a pretty solid job done on it, though, and Adrian was impressed as he flipped through the pictures. He stumbled across a picture of a girl in a flirty pose, who he recognized to be Blaire, "She sure gets around, huh?" he said, as he passed the picture back to Clint, then resumed flipping through his sample pictures without any indication that that picture had been in there at all. He was intently thinking of how much fancier his car might look, and he didn't want to be interrupted at the moment. He was sure he would see her later, anyway.<br/><br/>"This is pretty good." he said, as he handed the pictures back to Clint. "Not bad for a cowboy. Mind if I swing by sometime to see your workshop?" he asked. He didn't like leaving his car alone with people, or taking it to random workshops. It was a valuable car, after all. He figured he might go to the docks and check out this local racer and see if his car looked as good on the road as it did on those pictures.