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(LOL That's his subconscious) He stood up, seemingly conflicted. "I don't know what to do. I don't know if I should just leave it confront the...
Shaking his head, Francis looked back at her. "It's not important. Or it should be, to you." (His name autocorrected to FreshCo on my phone.)
He took a deep breath, looking back at the people. "I saw someone who made me nervous."
Francis stopped only when he was out of the market, and away from most people. He sat on the ground, putting a hand to head.
He looked at her, his expression unreadable. Pulling his hand back to himself, he crossed his arms nervously. "I'm fine, alright? I just need to...
Am I Gucci yet?
Francis paid more attention to the people roaming around. He nodded his head while she spoke, paying most of his attention to her words. "Isn't...
Francis shrugged, looking at the plants with interest. "Yeah, why not?"
Francis looked around at all the people, moving away to dodge any people that got too close for comfort. "That's an alright way to make money....
"Roses? That seems like they wouldn't sell that great, but I've never had to do that. How was business?"
(Thank you! I had to draw that one really fast because I needed to go somewhere without my computer, and I was getting frustrated cause something...
(Drew a fiancee in a rush, it's not great right now and I'll make a better one later.) [SPOILER] Francis gave a nod off appreciation. "Alright....
Meet the Robinson's. I probably should have made that easier :p Here's the new one: Pineapple and rock, pink and yellow.
Francis nodded slowly, his eyebrows furrowing. Hopefully this wouldn't be as difficult as he thought it might. "Oh dear," he started. "I'm sure...
(Yep!)
Francis intertwined his fingers, listening with a slightly intrigued expression. "I see. Is there anything else we need to know?" he asked...
(Yeah, that's totally fine!) Francis followed her in, fixing his sleeves on the way. He stepped up to the table, and raised his eyebrow...
He nodded, opening the door and holding it. "That's right. This should be it." (Not that I can think of.)
"Alright, thank you." He began walking, repeating the directions in his head.
Francis approached the receptionist, leaning forward. He smiled politely before speaking. "Good afternoon. We're here for the meeting," he said...
