<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yWh8eKZ.png?1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Sabrina Rivers, "Ms. Rivers" <br/><strong>Date and Time: </strong>June 1st, Friday. 9:30 pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Home Sweet Home<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Downtown Day (https://www.polyvore.com/m/set?.embedder=21561859&amp;.svc=copypaste&amp;id=236797057)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> William Blackmoore <strong>||</strong> Captjoe<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content warnings:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Extra information:</strong> N/A<br/><br/><del><strong>================================================================</strong></del><br/><br/>Sabrina smiled as Will held out his hand. She took hold of it with her own, giving a gentle squeeze. "Well I certainly appreciate your help in all this, Mr. Blackmoore." Of course her smile broadened moreso when he suggested getting her number. He was smart not to ask for it directly, settling with her autograph instead. For a moment, she actually contemplated giving him her number. She played out different scenarios in her head, all which excited her. Picking up the pin and notecard, she quickly signed her name- like she had done a million times. This time though, she brought the paper to her lips and kissed beneath her signature, stamping the notecard with her lipstick covered lips. It was definitely a bonus she was sure he'd appreciate. She separated the notecard from the others and passed it to him before holding out the notepad and pen for him. <br/><br/>"If it isn't too much trouble, I'd actually like your number." She watched him carefully, the way he responded before taking the pad and pen from her. She bit her bottom lip ever so slightly as he jotted down his number before passing the notecard back to her. <br/><br/>"Thank you, Mr. Blackmoore. I do hope to meet again. Enjoy the rest of your day."<br/><br/>Without too much more, she turned and sauntered out of the library never looking back. However, she toyed with the notecard in her hands. She got into the SUV, and made her way back home. <br/><br/><strong>---------------------------</strong><br/><br/>Later that evening, she felt inspired to inquire more about the Spouse Program. After meeting Will Blackmoore, she felt rather daring. Curious too. Perhaps the whole concept wouldn't be a total bust. With a glass of wine, she took a seat by her computer and started scrolling through various profiles. There were a few that peeked her interest. However, not so much as when she found Will Blackmoore himself on the site. "Bloody Hell..." she murmured with a smile. She traced a finger over his profile picture. She wondered if any other monsters had seen his profile. The thought of someone else getting to him before her wasn't an idea she was keen on. Still, what would it say about her if she joined the program?<br/><br/>She drummed her fingers on the desk, taking note of the number on her desk. She could just call him? But surely, he would appreciate it more if it came through the program. Decisions, decisions.<br/><br/>Before Sabrina could rationalize with herself some more, she was already finalizing the final details on her application, pressing the send button. All that was left was to get accepted and then she could message William Blackmoore himself.<br/><br/>A few hours went by, and it was getting late. She already drowned her bottle of wine when she heard her email chime. 'Finally...' Getting authorization for the Spouse Program, she logged back in officially. It was amusing to see herself up on the website. Deciding not to dwell on her own profile, she quickly searched for Will's and pulled it back up. She crossed her legs before clicking on the table to email him. Seeing the white empty box, she started to write:<br/><br/><em>My Hero,<br/><br/>Please accompany me to the Sparkling Diamond Restaurant, tomorrow night around 7. I would love to opportunity to get to know you more. I'll send a car for you at 6:30 pm.<br/><br/>Sincerely yours,<br/>xxx-xxx-xxxx</em><br/><br/>Instead of her name, she signed her phone number. Sabrina knew it wouldn't be hard to trace the email back to her profile account. She smiled at how clever she found herself. Grabbing her phone, she held it close, wondering how soon he'd get her little message. She knew it was risky business giving away her number like that. But she couldn't help herself. </span></span>