[He doesn't know what he's looking for, not really. It's one thing to see a photograph; quite another to know who he's looking for. White girl with dark hair can describe so many people, especially now that she's older.
So he stands there, looking kind of stupid with his red arm and his blue eye and his clothes all Atlas brand. And sooner or later, he catches the eye of a young woman he hopes is her, and gives an awkward half-wave.]
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So he stands there, looking kind of stupid with his red arm and his blue eye and his clothes all Atlas brand. And sooner or later, he catches the eye of a young woman he hopes is her, and gives an awkward half-wave.]
Hey. Angel, right?