lately i've been, i've been losing sleep

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[ The moon is already high and orange in the sky when He Ming pulls up into the parking lot of the diner. The stars are still visible here, he notices, peering up and smiling at the twinkling lights before he goes into the restaurant.

He finds a stool to sit on right up at the front of the diner, at the bar area. ]

Hi! [ He's certainly very perky for past midnight. ] What do you recommend?

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[anfractus]

Great! Be back in a flash. [ not the smartest thing for her to day, she knows -- just agreeing to stuff.

but it's late as hell and she's tired as hell and he seems nice as hell so what the heck. she finishes up all that she needs to do, efficient and quick and done a million times in the past, before heading back to where he is after ditching the apron and nametag that proclaims her to be MARISOL. ]

Thanks for waiting. [ she slides next to a chair while she tries to refix her ponytail, a combination of steady energy and running on midnight oil. she flashes him a smile, happy and a bit nervous. ] That song-- Um, I never heard of it before. New tunes from the city?

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[ He Ming is easy to talk to, easy to trust; he gives off an impression of an utter lack of depth, and thus, guilelessness. The smile he gives Marisol when she returns is genuine. ]

The city? No, just a little something I've been thinking about. I used to want to write music, you know?

[ He breaks off from apparently gearing up for quite a ramble with a sheepish grin. ]

Sorry, I'll stop. My name's He Ming. Ma-ri-sol, right?