<div class="floatleft">(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/3335904/420full-asdis-ran.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Sasquach<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Wanda Langowski<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Road Trip<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 5:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Warpath, Perelli<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Dagastino’s Resturant<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wearing</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRobTgfkRhhPnPsgvcRf50sCdm6s3FAefVfu_3669ScvqZd7YGc)</div></div><hr/><br/>“It's  a Canadian thing. Shows we are better than them.” She teased, “Jimmy why are you mad? I conceded that tow bricks were thinking more clearly than me, and I’m paying like I said.  You can leave the tip. All two pennies of it. I’m not Canadian not a fucking Saint.” She chuckled. “I was the one not thinking remember? The literal rocket scientist? Anyone is a stubborn bull, it’s me.” She thumped him on the arm. “Take the compliment that you made me think, and accept my damn nice coffee, appreciate being around a coffee snob.”<br/><br/>“You might get another kiss.” She added as she led the way out, knowing the view might calm him down.