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[[The German leaves Sharon by the buffet]]
The German: Why don't you wait here and grab a snack while I see if my contact has arrived yet...?
Sharon: Okay...

Sharon: (thinking) I always feel so awkward at formal events. Not only do you have to get all gussied up, but you never can tell what's garnish and what you're supposed to eat...

[[Fooker stands behind Sharon, eating, but facing the other way]]
Sharon: (thinking) I bet Fooker goes to things like this all the time as a secret agent. He'd be in hog heaven around all this technology...

Sharon: (thinking) Sigh... but he isn't here. And the likelihood of me seeing him again is nil. Maybe... maybe it's time I finally moved on...

Sharon: (thinking) He's never contacted me, and I don't know if that's because he can't, or he won't. As much as I miss him, maybe it's healthier if I just tried to forget him...

Fooker: (thinking) Mmm... that perfume smells just like Sharon's favorite. Man, I wish she were here right now...