<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Lea practically melted in Carlos' embrace as he kissed her and she wrapped her own arms around his middle. He finally pulled away and looked down at her,<span style="font-style: italic"> "You don't have to decide it all now, Lea...we do that in direct comparison...give me the cards." </span>Lea handed him the cards, and he began to shuffle them. He had more or less turned the mundane task of picking colors into a game and she was amused by it. It was fun and it actually did help narrow down the options by a lot.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Those are your favourites. With a solid lead. And? Would you have chosen those four too, if you had all the colours to pick from?"</span>he asked. She paused for a moment, frowning as she began to doubt herself. She peeked over his shoulder to the cards he had set down on the shelf behind him, then looked back at the cards in his hand. She gave a beaming smile,<span style="color: #FF80FF">"I don't think we would have ever managed to narrow it down if I had kept going about it my way--but I do think those are the right colors." </span><br/><br/>She wrapped her arms around Carlos again, leaning her head against his chest. His heart beat was solid and comforting to her, and she snuggled closer. His idea had relieved her of a lot of unnecessary stress, and she was glad for it. Small things tended to send her into fits of upset, but Carlos always had seemed to have the ability to stop those fits before they could even begin and peace would resume. She finally pulled away and they began to gather the rest of the supplies necessary for their self-appointed renovation.<br/><br/>An eerie feeling settled over Lea as she walked through the aisle to grab a tarp. Carlos was over two aisles gathering paint brushes, so she only assumed it was their short separation that was making her bothered. However, the more time that passed, the more she began to feel paranoid. She found the tarp as quickly as possible, giving a once over to check the size. She thought she saw someone peering at her between the shelves, but she was so panicked that she didn't stay to check. She rushed out of the aisle and headed towards the aisle Carlos was supposed to be in.<br/><br/>She suddenly slammed into a hard body and fell to the floor, the items in her hands falling with her.<span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Oh, I am so sorry!" </span></span>the person she ran into said, offering a hand. She took it without looking up and then began to brush herself off,<span style="color: #FF80FF">"No, no...It's okay. I wasn't...I wasn't paying attention."</span>When she did look up, she was struck by icy blue eyes and angel blond hair. It was a man, but something felt familiar about him.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "Do I know you?"</span>she asked without thought, and the guy smiled revealing perfectly white, straight teeth.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0080FF">"I don't think so, but maybe you'd like to?"</span></span>he asked flirtatiously, but it didn't send butterflies through her, only dread. She frowned and the man's own smile faded some as he realize the line wasn't as smooth as he had hoped.<br/><br/>Subtly Lea scanned the area for Carlos and her heart began to pound as she didn't immediately see him. She didn't understand why she was freaking out. The man in front of her seemed completely harmless, but her gut was telling her something was wrong. It was impossible to shake and she had never been wrong before about people--but maybe the drugs or rather the lack thereof, had made her paranoid? She bent over to pick up the items she had dropped and failed to notice the angry, disgusted look on the man's face as she did so. It was wiped away when she looked back at him and he seemed serene and peaceful, helping her pick up the stuff.