Once he started to talk again, everything returned to normal and I found myself looking directly at Vladimir. I blinked blankly at first. He appeared to be extremely happy of something, once he managed to finish what he had to say, I closed my eyes and spoke;<br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0000FF">"Well...I am an open book, with a broken lock. You can ask me anything you want. No need to be shy about it." </span></span></span><br/>An open book, with a broken lock. Even I didn't know if that was good or bad. I opened my eyes slightly, for they were starting to hurt a bit. I probably should of wore my glasses today if I knew they would be so "active". After taking a seconds breath, I spoke once more adding to what I said seconds before.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0040FF">"You know if you have a hard time thinking of a way to get to know me, you could always say a little about yourself and I can correspond to what you speak."  </span></span></span><br/>Vladimir seems interesting, I wonder what he has to tell. I accidently let an expression of self thought escape, but I smiled immediately to erase a trace of any idea I was thinking about Vladimir in interest. Though if I caught in time, could be anyone's guess.