[ Carolina is precisely on time, crossing through the pseudo-Italian establishment's doors at 2:30 precisely. She speaks briefly with one of the waiters, who bustles off to set up a table, before moving towards the bar.
She's dressed exceptionally smartly, hair neatly pinned up and back and wearing a black business dress-suit. Only the thin, long cut across her left cheekbone and recently scraped knuckles are incongruous with her appearance, but the serious expression on her face does flicker briefly into a faint smile when she spots Malcolm.
One would not think they'd all had a bad night. ]
I hear the pizza here is some of the most Terra-like in the city.
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She's dressed exceptionally smartly, hair neatly pinned up and back and wearing a black business dress-suit. Only the thin, long cut across her left cheekbone and recently scraped knuckles are incongruous with her appearance, but the serious expression on her face does flicker briefly into a faint smile when she spots Malcolm.
One would not think they'd all had a bad night. ]
I hear the pizza here is some of the most Terra-like in the city.