"Ohh...she wasn't your type." He grins, playful, and rests his chin on the edge of the tub. "One of those hippie-goth hybrids you see at craft markets all the time. I have her card in my trousers pocket. Left one."
He gestures loosely at the pile of clothes on the floor. "Sherry or Cherry or something, if I remember right."
If Gabriel gets the card out, he'll find the name is actually Shani. Shani Robbins, with an email address and a cell number attached. Close enough, though, right?
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Date: 2015-05-03 01:05 am (UTC)From:He gestures loosely at the pile of clothes on the floor. "Sherry or Cherry or something, if I remember right."
If Gabriel gets the card out, he'll find the name is actually Shani. Shani Robbins, with an email address and a cell number attached. Close enough, though, right?