<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/theo2_zps942a360c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Werebear<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black button-up long-sleeved collared shirt, black pants and belt. Black shoes/socks. Dk Gray/White pen-striped jacket. (Same as picture)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>5:56 pmish, August 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Evans Day Spa - Side door/Loading dock<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Mellisa<br/><hr/><br/><br/>He was sure that she received compliments all the time. Probably her fair-share of crude ones, as well. She might even -deserve- them, being a freakin' hot as she was, but Theo wasn't crude like that, or at least hadn't been since he was a teen. He'd be sure to compliment her in a kind way, never derogatory and never with the intent of objectifying her.<br/><br/>Theo couldn't help but look over her outfit again and again. Sexy but stylish, it felt as if she were -almost- inviting him to touch her, and the urge to do so was incredibly strong. But he knew better - he knew he'd have a much better chance of making a good impression if he was respectful and courteous to her, and treated her like the lady she was. The time for sliding his fingers over her skin would come some other time, if it came at all.<br/><br/>He chuckled at her assertion that the helpers were doing it just for the money. "Yeah, I bet you're right. If you weren't paying them, they'd probably be looking for other things to do that were more fun than unloading trucks," he teased. He was also sure that these two young men enjoyed the sight of their boss, too, enough so that 'helping out' probably was something they were -more- than willing to do without issue.<br/><br/>She laced her arm in his, and he held hers gently as she addressed the movers, then he turned with her and entered the building.<br/><br/>His curiosity showed as his eyes were -everywhere-, taking in the look and feel of the place. He could hear the soft, classical music in the background, and it was very relaxing. It even calmed his nerves a bit, nerves on edge about meeting Melissa and going out with her. She mentioned something about an empty room, and he lowered his eyes to her as she hinted at his speaking to a certain masseur. He smiled brightly at her - and blushed slightly. Surely she knew that he was referring to her that entire time, but if she wanted to keep the 'game' going, he'd be more than happy to oblige.<br/><br/>She then went through the long list of treatments that they offered - and 'exotic massages' rang out in his head. Did -she- perform those, he wondered? Quickly he shut that down - it was none of his business. She was a friend, a date, and nothing more at least for now, and he had no reason to wonder such a thing yet. He nodded as she finished the list, and he raised a brow.<br/><br/>"I'm impressed. There's a lot more to offer than I thought. I figured there'd be traditional massage and hot-stone therapy, but didn't know about the rest. Very impressive," he said as he walked along beside her at a casual pace, letting her lead the way.