Tango: Nannette
Summary: What if Mark ran into the girl that first taught him how to tango?
Disclaimer: The idea of Nannette is Jonathan Larson's, but here as a person is mine.
Thank You, Jonathan Larson
Chapter 1: the Life Café
Mark walked into the Life Café, and the manager rolled his eyes him.
"Oh," he mumbled, "it's you. Table for one?"
"Uh, yeah," Mark answered, taking a seat himself. He sat his camera on the table, and sighed. As he removed his coat, the waiter came over to his table.
"Hey, Mark," he greeted, "all alone today?"
"Yeah," she answered, eyeing the man's flashy, yet tacky, shirt. "I was just at a Life support meeting. You know, working on a documentary."
"Fun fun!" the man replied, "you want a tea?"
"Yes, please,"
After a few moments, the waiter returned, and handed him a cup of green tea. As he sipped it, Mark picked up his camera. He turned the crank, and began to record around the small restaurant.
"December 28, 1989. 2:30 PM, Eastern Standard Time," he scanned the room, resting a moment on each face, "the Life Café is relatively quiet today, and it seems that…"
Mark paused. He looked through his camera lens at the girl who had just walked in the door. He lowered his ancient equipment, but his eyes never left her. She was wearing paint splattered jeans, and a tan coat. The way that her dark curly hair was pulled back behind her head with a pencil was new to him, but the face was very familiar.
"Nannette?" he heard himself ask.
OK, sorry that it's short! And kind of a cliffy. I'll add more soon! Please let me know what you think!