<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Phoenix ran the rest of the way up to her door. Stopping only as he nearly tripped on the stairs, bouquet of lilies in hand. He tried his best to catch his breath before knocking. <i>Grandma always said, 'Better late than never'. </i> He tried desperately to calm himself before she answered the door. <i>In for four, hold it, out for four...he did his calming breaths.. </i> No one would know he was riddled with anxiety to look at him. He looked confident in his sharp black suit ,white polka dotted dress shirt and red tie.  He stood tall at 6 feet 2, fit, muscular, healthy frame, long coppery hair full of curls and ribbons, turquoise blue eyes, alabaster skin and for all purposes appeared human if it weren't for his slightly pointed elven ears. He stood there nervously, waiting patiently for the beauty to answer. </span>