<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #4080FF">"Dan's this guy I work with. Ya might've seen him - tall, gangly, blond? He was still in the café when we left."</span> We. We left. In plural. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #4080FF">Oh God, get yaself togethah!</span></span> <span style="color: #4080FF">"And no, I don't live with my parents. I'm twennyone, Dimitri, what about ya?"</span> She laughed, a tad uneasily. It wasn't that she didn't like her parents - in fact, their relationship was great - except that they still thought she went to Harvard instead of slaving away 6 days of the week as a waitress. <span style="color: #4080FF">"I have my own little place in the North End on the thahd floor."</span> Alannah tilted her head ever so slightly and looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Ya sure ya'll work something out?"</span> What if he was planning to sleep in the street? No, she couldn't have that. Assuming she could either fake being sick or convince Daniel to lie for her, she silently made a plan. One, spend a day showing Dimitri Boston. Two, find out how he lived. If he slept in a dumpster, she'd invite him to just sleep on her couch.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF">"So, ya out on a supah secret mission for ya pa?"</span> She grinned widely. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Chasing down sea monstahs, taming horses, seducing women, all that?"</span> She couldn't help but imagine him in a James Bond-style suit, and wondered if she'd see him wear one someday. He already looked pretty good in a button-up, so why not swap the pants for something a little more stylish and add a fancy jacket? Oh, and the ridiculous boots would have to be changed, too. Yeah. That looked alright. A slow smile played around the corner of her lips.<br/><br/>The kiss on her cheek dragged Alannah back to reality. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Wow, ya really been around,"</span> she said, clearing her throat. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Vermont, huh? I've never really been much outside Boston. To be fair, Boston is wicked big.</span>" She felt like she had to excuse her lack of traveling. It made her less interesting, in her eyes, that she had seen so little of the world.</div>