The the year 2038 everything seemed to finally be looking up for the recently torn city of Detroit, not for young (name) who couldn't speak since an accident at age six left her mute.
Being mute had a lot of disadvantages, the biggest being that mos...
(Name) was walking down the sidewalk to a coffee shop called the 'coffee curb' for a meeting with lieutenant Anderson, and the translator he said he would bring. He had called and arranged to meet with her to ask a few questions about the bombing at her workplace a few days ago, and if anyone that worked with her on her floor truly had been involved.
She still held out hope that that wasn't the case, that she hasn't been working with a criminal this whole time. Not that she really talked to any people on her floor anyway though, except for her desk mate and best friend, Brent.
After a lot of pondering and walking three more blocks, (name) had gotten to the right place. She was thankful she had gotten there before she froze. She pushed open the glass door of the 'coffee curb' and let the inviting smell of mocha beans wash over her like a title wave. The place had a very warm and cozy atmosphere, especially to (name) since the temperature was scraping freezing outside. The warm air inside seemed to give a calming sensation to her nerves, like it assured her that nobody she knew was involved and that everything would be okay.
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(This is the coffee shop, feel free to change it if you want to :D)
She stood at the doorway for a moment, both in embracing the warm air, and letting her E/C orbs scan the small cafe.
Eventually, she had spotted lieutenant Anderson sitting in the back corner of the cafe in a booth. sitting next to him was another person. the two looked like they were making small talk, when hank play punched him on the shoulder, leaving the other looking genuinely shocked, as if he didn't know hank was playing.
''That must be the translator" she thought as she nervously strolled over to the two men.
Hank spotted her first, and stood up "hello again miss (name)"
Again, (name)s first instinct was to sign, but she just waved instead, not wanting to make this too complicated for the lieutenant.
He gave a small smile, then turned his head to look at the other person, who was still sitting down, looking lost in thought. Hank roughly gestured for him to get up, in which he immediately did so.
"Oh (name) this is Connor, he's my partner, and will be helping in this investigation, he's also fluent in sign language, so he will also act as our translator"
"Hello, my name is Connor, it is a pleasure to meet you, miss (last name)" Connor greeted Only then was (name) close enough to notice his bright blue LED in his temple and the name RK800 that was emblazed on his blazer. She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he was an android, and smiled
"The same to you Connor, and just (name) is fine" she signed.
