Pitstop on Pittsburgh

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Olivia nodded as Damian rose from the table to pay for the meal. As she finished her meat pie, she fished her neural net device out of a pocket, glancing at the time. It had gotten late and she certainly had no intention of staying on Pittsburgh for any extended period of time - no matter how unexpectedly pleasant the visit and surprisingly agreeable the company. Though she had to admit, she would have to make sure to remember the diner's address. Perhaps it would serve as a reason for a future repeat visit.

Hearing talk and laughter coming from the counter at the back of the restaurant, she glanced up to see Damian and old man Sal engrossed in conversation - or rather, just Sal, with her date standing a little awkwardly across from him, listening politely to what the old owner was speaking at him. It sounded like someone wanted to take a photograph of something, but Olivia couldn't make out any details from across the room. She shrugged to herself.

Putting down her spoon and neatly stacking her used dishes one on the other, she stood up from the booth and leaned against the table, arms crossed in front of her, ready to leave.

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Olivia Sable