You're sitting at the bar, alone. You look for Mr. Ford but don't see any sign of him yet. However, there's this boy, about your age, in the corner by himself. He seems to almost draw your attention. His shoulder length blonde hair is pulled back in an attempt of a ponytail and he's wearing a black suit. You wonder who he is when your thoughts are interrupted by Ford. Ford: Aspen! so good to see you, suppose you couldn't get away from this sly devil, could you? He says with a chuckle
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