It didn't matter, we had an understanding. I knew that he was aware of how grateful I was.The club was already loud, despite the small crowd. I made m... way to the back as I slipped in ear plugs, not wanting to get a headache early, then have to sit through three hours of live bands. On the other side of the stage area was the DJ's booth, which was next to the load-in door. I said hi to Sherrie, the cute redhead who worked on Saturday night and stepped out the door.The back of the club was about. He was rushing right towards me, a heavy briefcase in one hand, completely oblivious to my presence. As was typical, the speed of my reaction was very slow, and as I jumped to the side to avoid the man, he knocked my coffee out of my hands. As silly as it seems, that hot mocha with whipped cream and chocolate syrup was the only thing keeping me happy that day after a rather stressful session of eight classes with three tests and a forgotten project due, plus the disappointment of being rejected. The ‘Empire’–whatever that was– was corrupt–whatever that meant–and these people–whoever they were–wanted him to eliminate the dying Emperor’s nephew–that part he understood. He swallowed another bite of his waffle and in the dim recesses of his mind it occurred to him that he had a name. Damn cryo-chambers. His face screwed up in concentration as he tried to remember his name. D… D… Well it was D-something. ‘Hello? Are you listening to me?’ The man snapped out of his reverie and looked up at. Then there's Clara. Let me tell you about her. She's a little bit younger than me, she's 22 years old. Her parents are of Italian descent, and she inherited her mother's beautiful Italian attributes: brunette, long hair, green eyes with very lightly tanned skin. She is short (about 5’6” tall), slim, with perfectly rounded buttocks and small, perfectly round breasts. In fact, she's exactly the kind of girl that makes me fall in love.During our teenage years, we saw each other about once or twice.