[Evan pauses as he sees the booth. He grins and heads on over because that is a interesting booth you have my friend.
Once in front of the booth he checks his pockets before finding nothing. Evan rests his single hand on his hip, the other sleeve of his shirt rolled up and pinned near his shoulder out of the way with no arm to fill it, and looks thoughtful.]
Interesting.
Once in front of the booth he checks his pockets before finding nothing. Evan rests his single hand on his hip, the other sleeve of his shirt rolled up and pinned near his shoulder out of the way with no arm to fill it, and looks thoughtful.]
I don't have a nickel on me. Take anything else?