<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #00BFBF">Fiona Myers</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #00BFBF">Fiona nodded at his greeting "its a pleasure Mr.Stevens" she said softly averting her gaze once again. she was getting nervous she needed to regain control again, she looked up at him with another weak smile. "It's only proper of course so would you like any?" she asked presenting the one she had made for herself. She wanted out of the room as soon as possible but that didn't seem as easy. "The cabinets are well stocked if you need anything write it on the pad and it will be filled" she said directing his attention to the fridge. The phone rang and quickly Fiona was at it picking it up quickly "Greetings Mother" she said into the receiver her voice a whole other tone. She turned to Dustin with a an apologetic look, again she lashed at herself <span style="font-style: italic">What in hell was she doing?</span> She tried desperately to concentrate on her mothers words.</span></div>