Zensa Valobo
The last note resonated from the last song, resulting in a wave of applause from the audience. Zensa smiled, acknowledging the crowd's enjoyment of the show. Returning the saxophone to it's stand and taking his own reed, he bid the rest of the band farewell before slipping away. The wind picked up again, whipping his silver hair around his head. Retrieving his school bag from it's hiding spot, he checked his phone. A reminder notification blinked on the display. He flipped the slim phone open, wondering what kind of appointment he had. He nearly choked on the reed when he sucked in his breath. The meeting! Damn! I've gotta run! Hastily pocketing the phone in mid-stride, Zensa ran from the park and headed towards Brio.
Much to the dismay of several people that were in his way, Zensa tore down the street. One unfortunate soul was knocked to the ground, sending contents of their shopping bags flying across the pavement. With a hasty apology, he continued his mad dash to the cafe. When the cafe was in sight, Zensa slowed down so he could catch his breath and so he would hopefully look more presentable. He opened the door and strode in, not really taking in any of the sights that the cafe offered. At the counter, he pointed towards the rear where the backrooms were and got a slight nod in his direction. Taking his queue, he walked towards the back. He didn't really take into account the occupants of the room, and elected to sit in the back corner, facing the door.