<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> Lana Meyer </span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> 'Ghost ' </span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/ef83644e-b81e-4c18-a36f-83c777a6137e_zps8d502a8f.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lana had been so direct with purpose. She liked Lilli and her brother was some good-looking bastard. But she had learned over the years that not all good-looking had a pleasant character. If he would have gotten angry and yelled at her, he would have been history to her. But as he passed the test with flying colours, she gave him a smile.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"It was just a test, Sam. I thought when I get to your balls, I will learn if you are some hot-tempered asshole. You are not, but yeah. I am just killing so maybe that is the reason why I never got promoted." </span><br/><br/>She had said it with a grin and froze when he complemented her again. Well, knowing each other better sounded very inviting to her. She would like that. Because suddenly it looked like there were not a lot of boys and girls on this planet to chose from. She wouldn't wait until there was none left for her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Well, the babyface is definitely an issue. But as it is a good-looking babyface, I guess I can live with it. And I want to know you and Lilli better too. She is a very cute and lively girl and I have fun around her. Even if it is totally unusual for me to be in the spotlight. I usually am more the shy and lonesome character." </span><br/><br/>Lana took his hand and moved him to an empty seat, sitting down next to him, half-turned, looking at him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Okay, babyface. What do you want to learn about me?" </span></div>