In the distance she could hear the mixed sound of Sharky's motorcycle. The unmistakable symphony of growl, burp and fart.
Hyles day was almost over His day just starting. But over the weeks it had become a little habit that they would join for a supper/breakfast.
The conversation was always fun. Surreal, interesting.
Discussions on culture differences. He Being Chota, she being Tech. The fact thier body clocks were so out of synch, they only had time together short.
But the biggest culture shock was always on the platter on the table between them
As you can see...
(( just a little photoshop to celebrate our enjoyable little rp's Shark :) ))