<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 1pm.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Clint<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Adrian chuckled at the man's easy banter, and turned to face the man more fully. He noticed the glance that Clint had towards his car, and immediately gleaned that Clint knew something about cars. Well, something more than the ordinary fan. Ordinary people swooned over fancy cars the moment they saw them, and his car had gotten him admission into quite a few places.<br/><br/>Adrian took a step forward and took the man's hand, giving it a brief shake. "Adrian Farone, better known by the car I drive." Adrian took the card from the man, understanding his glance at Adrian's car. "Ah, so you do know something about cars." he said. He turned to face his car and took a step back, now standing next to Clint. "What kind of paint job would you recommend for that ride?" Adrian asked him, wondering what he would suggest.