"He had been leaning against the wall, listening to a conversation between two seniors about their future in the business world when he felt a presenc... beside him. He turned, and there she was, looking up at him with that smile."Hi," was about the only thing that came to mind quickly."Hi, I'm Jeanette O'Leary," she said brightly, holding out her hand.Brent took it gingerly and replied, "I'm Brent Gordon. Nice to meet you Jeanette." Are you a senior, Brent?" No, I'm in third year Business. "Hi, Champagne," I said. I called this Monique Champagne because of herchampagne blonde hair. She and I were good friends and we both had servedmany meals together at The Restaurant. I knew that one day I would be thisChampagne Monique. All the Moniques at The Restaurant were me - they werejust me in the future, and The Restaurant had somehow had these futureme's travel into the past so that there would be enough Moniques to staffThe Restaurant. It was all good, and I liked it - I liked. Man looking around the shop: “We can sit anywhere?”Ashley smiling: “Yes sir.”The man pointed to the second booth from the door: “That will do just fine.”The man and the boy sat on one side of the booth and the woman and girl bent down on their hands and knees and scooted under the table. The woman and girl wore the same clothes and hairstyle. A one-piece flower dress that came mid-thigh and had a V shaped cut from the neck to the navel, partially exposing their breasts, their hair done in a top. She had such heavily mascaraed eyes and eye liner it looked as if she hadn't slept for a week. Her lipstick was smudged, and I could see traces of it on her teeth (Pippa's eye for detail was fantastic.). Her low cut blouse had several buttons missing and part of a grubby bra was showing. The tight black skirt she wore showed stains of an unknown origin, but my suspicion was that DNA could probably be obtained from them. The zip at the waist was broken and was held together by a safety pin..