<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/connor_zpscd597627.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Werebear<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dark-colored t-shirt (same as picture, but clean and not sweaty. ;) ), clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 1st, around noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Stonehenge Antiquities<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open, Mel<br/><hr/><br/><br/><strong>"No problem at all,"</strong>he said in response to her inquiry about lugging her purchases over to the shop where she ultimately wanted them to go.<strong>"Evans Day Spa, I know right where that is," </strong>he said.<strong>"I mean, I've never been there, but I've driven past it hundred times before,"</strong>he added.<strong>"How late is someone there this evening? I can always lug the items over right after I close, if you have someone there who can let me in,"</strong>he offered.<br/><br/>He hoped it would be her. But if she was the one buying these things, chances were she was someone high-up in he company, and if she was someone high-up in the company, chances were she got off work at a decent time and let some lower-rank worker stay late. Then again, Theo himself was prone to staying late to work in his own shop, of course, he was the only employee.<br/><br/><strong>"And... Melissa Auvray?"</strong>he said, trying the name on like a new pair of pants. He didn't pronounce it half-bad, either.<strong> "That's a pretty name,"</strong>he said smiling at her.<br/><br/>~'That's a pretty name?' Lame attempt, Theo. You're such an idiot,~ he mentally scolded himself.<br/><br/>He decided he'd not try to embarrass himself anymore for the moment by simply remaining quiet for a bit, and wrote down a list of all the items she selected.<strong>"That's quite the collection,"</strong>he said, totaling up the price so that he could give her a figure what it would cost for everything she had chosen.<br/><br/>Then, he paused for a moment as he thought about something else. He had -already- been somewhat bold towards a beautiful woman earlier in the day - and gotten his hand slapped for doing it. The normal Theo would have taken that as a cosmic sign, and would have waited a year or two before taking another risk like that again, but now... looking at Mel... he wondered what he had to lose? So he cleared his throat, and summoned just a bit of courage.<br/><br/><strong>"You're looking at $357, plus tax,"</strong>he said,<strong>"But, I have a special running today. You can get 20% off if you agree to have coffee with me sometime,"</strong>he said.<br/><br/>Even as he got the last word out, he felt stupid. He wasn't exactly "Mr. Suave", and here she was, a French woman, probably used to -much- more sophisticated men hitting on her. And to top it off, she worked at a spa, so she probably had men hitting on her ALL the time, and he had to go and just add to it.<br/><strong><br/>"That... probably didn't come out... umm... well,"</strong>he said, blushing slightly, thinking quickly of a way to save himself that didn't involve sticking even more of his foot into his mouth. But part of him wondered what harm it could have done? It was -just- a request to get coffee sometime. Not even a 'real' date. What's the worst that could happen? Oh, right, she could have a jealous boyfriend visit him and share his unhappiness with Theo.<br/><br/>But, he tried to remember the old saying, 'The biggest rewards usually require the biggest, risks...' So why not at least<em>try</em>?<br/><br/>