The club doors hadn't opened yet for the night when Dorien showed up at his old work place looking for his cousin. He finally found her in the kitchen area, getting ready for the evening's shift.
"Gen!" he said, hurrying up to her with a few loose sheaves of paper clenched in his hand, "We need to talk. Do you have a minute?"
"Gen!" he said, hurrying up to her with a few loose sheaves of paper clenched in his hand, "We need to talk. Do you have a minute?"