<a class="postlink" href="http://i1379.photobucket.com/albums/ah135/Tyou0913/beautiful-blue-eyes-brunette-girl-hair-Favimcom-429389_zps04953331.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: blue"> Anastasia Cassandra Green </span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: blue">-------****-------</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">Butterflies. That was all that seemed to be going through her stomach, butterflies. Anastasia Cassandra Green, a third year college student of Weill Cornell Medical College, studying botany, was currently being placed on a blind date thanks to one of her best friends.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">”He will be great! John says he is one of his best friends. Don’t worry.”</span> Her best friend, Sarah’s words, rang through her mind as she soon got out of the taxi when it pulled in front of the Met. Standing to exit the taxi, her height was revealed at around five foot six. Long black hair cascaded around her shoulders, in soft waves, and her bright blue eyes glanced down to her outfit. <br/><br/>It was simple, yet a little bit elegant. A pair of jeans that had decorations on the back pockets adorned her legs, as a long sleeved green shirt relaxed against her upper body. Her neckline was a scooped circle, as a silver necklace with a crescent moon decorated the space between her neck and the beginning of the fabric. <br/><br/>After paying the taxi driver, she moved up the stairs, and then headed over to where she was supposed to meet her blind date. It was to be at the Van Gogh display. Looking around the museum as she walked in, her eyes glanced at his art work, called, <span style="text-decoration: underline">Cypresses</span>. Admiring the oil work that he had so evenly perfected, her head tilted just a little bit to the side. There was a small tattoo behind her ear, three diamond shapes, one filled black, one filled red, and one half black and half red. <br/><br/>Hopefully, the man she was supposed to meet wouldn’t be some kind of a tool. However, one never knew. Apparently, Sarah said that Anastasia had met him once before, but it was at a party that John hosted, and honestly, Ana as she had her friends call her, didn’t remember much of the party.<br/><br/>It seemed that she got lost in time, recalling memories and thinking about how she hoped the blind date went over well. Pulling her iPhone out of her back pocket, she checked the time, five minutes she had been just standing there. <br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">”Hello, admiring Van Gogh are you?”</span> A skeezy looking male, who honestly had the facial structure of a rat, moved over towards her.<br/><br/>Ana glanced towards the male, placing her phone away. <span style="font-style: italic">’Please don’t let this be him…’</span> She thought to herself, as she then smiled a bit. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: blue">”Yes. I appreciate Van Gogh’s work. Do you?”</span></span> She asked, not going to be rude to him.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">”I like this work of art. <span style="text-decoration: underline">Cypresses</span>, you know, there is something I’d like to <span style="font-style: italic">press</span> to you.”</span><br/><br/>Ugh, just ugh. Ana rolled her eyes, and turned, going to walk away from the Van Gogh display, hoping to get away from him. Even if this was who she was supposed to be set on the blind date on, she wouldn’t humor him much longer.</span>