Bre jumped at the soft sound of a guys voice. A smirk crossed her mouth before shed turned and saw,<br/>Helkior.<br/>Not who she wanted to see. Shaking those unfair thoughts away, she gave him a slightly confused look. "My eyes started to hurt. I have sensitive eyes." She looked him in the eye. "Sit. Have some food." She sat on one leg, the other resting on the crossbrace under the table. She took a steak and a heap of pasta. As she ate she watched him, slyly. He was attractive. In a very rugged type. Scruff covered his cheeks and jaw, the sharp lines that most guys she knew had. "So how old are you? Do you have a nickname? Helkior is a mouthful to say."