A voice calls. She turns to greet the abstractly dressed girl with a smile. “Hey.” But she has a frown on her face. They both do, promptly. “What is it?”
“That gent you were talking to before. How do you know... him?”
“You’ll have to be a tad more specific than that, please.”
“Him. With the hat.”
“Oh, him. He’s just The Peej. He’s around here a lot. Why?”
Velvet sighs and shakes her head. “You can’t talk to him.”
“Why not?”
Strong hesitation fills the empty space. “It’s complicated. Say, what are you doing when we’re done here?”
“Nothing. I was going to go home, but my transportation is having a problem wherein it can’t transport anymore, thereby rendering its name and function completely useless.”
Velvet nods. “Good. Be outside here five minutes before sunset. And don’t talk to him.”
“Why do you keep emphasizing that word? He’s The Peej. You can say it, you know. And, I’m not really keen on standing outside like a great dolt five minutes before sunset until you tell me why I’m going to be standing outside like a great dolt five minutes before sunset.”
But she’d already gone. Blaise shakes her head in mystification and promptly forgets the conversation with unwarranted enthusiasm.
She (purely coincidentally, of course) finds herself leaving the establishment about five minutes before sunset.
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