Name: Andrea Newhaven
Looks: Tall, strawberry blond, blue-green eyes
Personality: Compassionate, but assertive. Very intelligent and extremely sarcastic
Andrea sat in a greasy booth in Dallas Star Pizza Parlor, drumming her fingers on the dirty table. There wasn't a lot of business, but that was to be expected for a hole-in-the-wall pizza parlor like Dallas. Normally Andrea wouldn't be caught dead here, but after all, it wasn't a normal day.
A bell atop the door jingled, and a man with blond hair walked in. He mouthed the word 'greasy', and Andrea smiled to herself. At least she wasn't the only one.
He ordered a large pepperoni pizza, extra cheese, thick crust, to go. The gum-chewing cashier glanced at him with raised eyebrows, and he quickly looked away. Andrea tilted her head. He was good-looking, she supposed, in a rugged sort of way. Too short for her, though.
He rubbed one hand over his face wearily, and Andrea gave a small gasp. One of his shirtsleeves was stained with blood.
Andrea decided to act rashly. "Excuse me, sir," she said in a low voice. The blond man looked up, and she motioned to him. Arching one eyebrow, he joined her at the window booth. "Yes?" he said, in a rather gruff voice.
"You're bleeding," Andrea said pointedly. The man closed his eyes and sighed. "I know."
He didn't elaborate, and Andrea frowned, leaning back in her seat. She mentally kicked herself for even talking to this man. How did she know it was even his blood? He could be a serial killer, for all she knew.
That was when she noticed the wound in his arm. Small and round, exactly like a bullet-hole.
Oh, boy. Now she was in for it. This man had been shot. Who knew where he came from? He could be a gang-banging creep! She should just keep her mouth shut, get up, and leave.
Andrea sighed. That was never going to happen. She was too curious for her own good. "Curiosity killed the cat," her mother used to say. "I'm not a cat!" Andrea said out loud.
The man's eyes opened, and he stared at her. Andrea could feel a tingling blush creeping into her cheeks. Had she really just said that? She had to look like a total psychopath!
"Sorry," she said quickly. "But you should really get that wound checked out. There's a hospital just a round the corner, you know."
He nodded. "I just came from there. That's how I got this." He gestured with his good arm toward the wound. "It's a madhouse in there. Some woman came in and tried to shoot everyone, and me and this other guy had to take this woman named Sarah to emergency surgery. It's crazy, I know, but..." his voice trailed off.
Andrea wasn't listening anymore. Only two words had registered: Sarah and surgery.
"Sarah? Long brown hair, braids? Tomboyish? She was having a hysterectomy today! She's supposed to call me!"
The man stared at her. "You know Sarah?"
Andrea nodded. "Best friends since sixth grade. You'd better tell me everything."