The Laundry Mat on 17th and Brown

June 26th
9:00 am

There is a light rain outside.  The overcast cloud bank causes the old laundry mat to appear more dismal than usual.  The old coin machines are loud, a few needing new belts.  The attendant in the back watches through the yellowed window.  When a patron comes in he will handle the exchange of paper/card money for coins.  Several of the individuals in the facility grumble as the damp weather is causing the dryers to need an extra cycle. 

Outside, pedestrians pass by the store front in a rush with their heads down.  The few with umbrellas walk a bit slower as they check their phones from time to time.  Traffic is light at this time of morning.  The usual transient population is tucked away in their makeshift homes in an effort to stay dry.  The sidewalk vendors have put up small tents over their carts.  The cafe's have closed their outdoor tables leaving the streets mostly free of crowds.

Winnie will stroll up to the entrance of the laundromat with an umbrella and go inside.

Jacob, nothing unusual stands out.

She looks at you with a bored expression and says, "Looks like we're the first ones here." She will start scrolling through her phone

Lexi and Mike will drive up. Lexi will wait for Mike to exit, wincing at the creak of relief from her car. She will enter behind Mike.

Mike will shake his hat free from the water droplets, exposing a mostly bald head with a few stragglers. His previous night's hard expression with bloodshot eyes is replaces with a softer, more jovial smile.

In a Midwestern accent, "Hey there! Winnie, Jacob. Don't ya know a cloudy day is all the more for a smile?"

"Oh, yes ma'am." Looking at Jacob for a moment and then back to Racheal. In a light hearted tone "maybe if you were around more often, he wouldn't be scarring people's nieces."

*Mike steps aside and nudges Lexi ahead*

Lexi will take a tiny step forward and give a wave to Rachael. "Hi!! I'm Lexi."

Mike will take a pop

"Great question. Hopefully, he'll be here soon. I need to be back at work in 30mins."

You see through the laundry mat widow Rufus walking up. He has no umbrella and has his collar turned up, his hands in his pockets piling the coat close around him. He enter the door briefly looking up before pulling out his cigarettes lighting up he takes a drag before speaking.
“ who’s that “? He motions at the unfamiliar female.