Angela Cohen - OC - RENT/CSI Future!Verse

[mm_ali]

Either Angie has been extraordinarily busy or the door has been more capricious than usual.

She blinks when it opens in the bar, but quickly reorients herself and gladly dumps her pile of books on a convenient table.

"Coffee," she requests of someone, settling down into a slouch reminiscent of her mother. A small ring glitters on her left hand.

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[mm_quinby]

There's a bright red-haired boy a few seats down from her. He looks over, waves, then goes back to his computer work. If she'd care to look, the work on the laptop looks on the level of Collins' delicate hacking.

[ooc: Sorry about the lack of icon. He appeared in existance -last night- at about two AM and I don't have a PB for him yet.]

[mm_ali]

She waves back, recognizing the boy's face. They'd gone to school together for a while--never introduced, but friendly in the halls.

[mm_quinby]

He finishes his program, then bounces over. "Hi. You're Angie, aren't you?" There's not a trace of shy in his voice, but he's grinning like a mad fiend.

[mm_ali]

"That's right." Her smile is friendly. "I don't think I was ever told your name."