<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/untitled-1-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Reese Masen<br/>18<br/><br/>Reese looks around. He had debated about entering this place many times. He was the towns bad boy. And he often was accused of sorcery or other such things. He didn't use magic. He was gift...or cursed...depending on your opinion...with psionic powers. He was also a loner. A bad boy accused of being a playboy. He wasn't though. He was just picky to be exact. He didn't like being cheated on. And he was not liking the fact his neighbors seemed lost in time. At times it was like they were left behind in the old days. Expecially the older ones.<br/><br/>He finally built up the courage to go into the store. He was debating about it for a very long time. He hated being considered different. He wanted to fit in. Yet it was hard to do when your already so different. He had heard the rumors. Wanted to investigate. To find out if there was any truth to the situation. He goes to the door and opens it as soon as it opened. He gets hit by the scent of cinnamon and vanilla. "It smells good in here." he whispers to himself. He looks at the area. He looks at her. And walks up to her. "It smells wonderful in here." he says to her.<br/><br/>Looking at her. How does one go about asking it. He sighs. "Would you like to go to a movie tonight?" he asks bluntly. Blushing at how straight forward that sounded. Rubbing the back of his head. "Er...um...sorry. That was a bit blunt." he bites his lower lip and then smiles at her. "Can you teach me some things about herbs and what not?" he asks her. He genuinely wished to learn more. He loved to learn new things. "I mean if you have time." he says. God he sounded like a nervous teenager.