Catering Licence California

was light at 2 ° C.

Vanessa Hudgens stopped in the parking lot, with tired arms to carry the shopping bags, and watched the floor window on the second floor beside him.

The 2 ° C had many years in the dark void that had begun Nessa to believe that the owner would never return home. But its owner, whoever he was, was there that night. Nessa

knew the owner of 2 ° C was indeed a man. He grabbed the handles better their cloth bags and headed to the outdoor cement stairs leading to his apartment on the second floor. His name was Zachary Efron retired Navy lieutenant. Nessa had seen him on the phone to the homeowners and the few who got letters advertising spend sifting through the post office. Nessa
far
knew his next door neighbor was a retired Navy officer. As had only his name and rank, the rest had left to your imagination. Zac was possibly an older man, perhaps even an old man. Might have served in the Second World War. Or perhaps had fought in Korea or Vietnam.

Whatever the case, Nessa was eager to meet him. In September, his second of high school students began to study American history from the crash of 1929 until the end of the Vietnam War. With a little luck, the retired lieutenant Zachary Efron'd go to give a talk to students, to tell their story, to narrate their experiences of war in which he had served.

Because that was the problem with the study of war. Until it is understood as personal experience, not understood at all.

Vanessa opened her apartment door, went inside the bags and closed the door with his foot. He put the bags in the small closet brushes, looked in the mirror and straightened his top knot in which the dark hair was pulled.

Then he opened out into the corridor that connected all floors of the second floor.

Lyrics to the door, 2 ° C, were slightly rusted, but still, despite the screen door, reflected the lights of the patio. Without taking time to feel nervous or timid, Nessa rang the bell.

The sound heard inside the apartment. The curtains of the room Seating was open and inside was light, so I took a look.

Architecturally, the floor was like a mirror image of your own home. A small living room attached to a tiny dining area, which, turning a corner, connected with a kitchenette. Another short hallway leading from the living room for two small bedrooms and bathroom. It was just like your floor, except that the rooms were arranged in the opposite direction.

Lt. Zachary furniture were also the opposite of yours. Nessa had decorated his room with bamboo and light and cheerful colors. The Lt. Zachary was filled with dark furniture, slightly ramshackle appearance and that did not match each other. The sofa was dark green boxes, and the cover was very faded. The carpet was the same shade of green forest that Nessa when he had moved there three years ago. But she had changed immediately. He

tighten the ring. But there was no response. He opened the screen door and knocked on the door with power, thinking that if Lt. Zachary was an older man, it might be hard of hearing ...

- Looking for someone? Nessa

suddenly turned, startled, and closed with mosquito noise. But there was nobody in the corridor. "I'm here

below.

The voice came from the courtyard and, of course, was a man standing in the shadows. Nessa went to the railing.
-Seeking
Lieutenant Zachary said. He stepped forward and came to light.

"Well, how lucky you. You've found it. Nessa

stared at him. He knew he had his eyes on him, but I could not help it.

Zachary Efron, retired Navy lieutenant, was not a man in years. It was only a little older. He was, at best, little more than thirty years. He was young, tall and strong like a tank. The sleeveless shirt who had laid bare its shoulders and muscular arms and chest barely covered her look tough.

had dark blond hair and very short, almost military style. His jaw was square, his features, hard and rough, and his face, handsome and imposing. Nessa

not tell what color were her eyes, I just knew they were strong and would be examined as carefully as hers to him.

Lieutenant took another step forward and Nessa noticed he was limping and leaning heavily on a cane.

- I wanted something besides throw me out? He asked.

His legs were still in the shadows, but the light shone in his arms. And his tattoos. One on each arm. An anchor on one and something that looked like a mermaid in the other. Nessa turned to stare at his face.

"This ... I ... "He said. I just wanted ... say hello. I'm Vanessa Hudgens. The Girl Next Door, "he said weakly.
seemed shy and awkward, as one of his teenage students.