Kitty ran up the street like she had the Grim Reaper behind her, her long blonde hair flowing behind her and her purse smacking against her side as she ran full out toward the restaurant. She was late, she knew that. But there was nothing she could do about it now. The pretty young woman was wearing normal clothes today, just a white tanktop and some jeans. She stopped outside the door. Lotus Flower...this was the place.

Panting and sweating, she opened the door and stumbled to the front desk area where two women were standing, one much older than the other. She brushed some hair out of her face, took a gulp of air, and spoke. "I'm sorry I'm late...my car broke down like, twenty blocks away and I had to run all the way here." she apologized.

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