<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/dc/df/ca/dcdfcad5f3cfe05fc98ad5cd14f9c567.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>September 30th, 06:05<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Train from Inverness<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>As pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"> Mood:</span></span></strong>On point (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTu5ltfX2dw)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Heading to Dellban<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Avery<br/><hr/><br/><em>"Please tell me you don't make that face."</em>, he made a face that was one part smug smile and one part guilty as charged grimace in response to her statement.  Being sure to give a generous shrug to emphasize the fact that he was an altogether breathtaking disaster.<br/><br/><em>"I mean, don't get me wrong there's a time and place for fucking like you're goin' for gold...but I'm not really a one note sort of girl."</em>His eyebrows lifted once more and he bit his lower lip.  Hiding an amused smile and wondering just exactly what she meant by "a one note sort of girl."   That was indeed a new one.  Maybe it was a singing-nerd sort of thing? You know...if there are indeed singing-nerds?  He didn't particularly get a nerd vibe from her though.  When she leaned forward to the seats ahead for a moment he wondered if she was sortof leaning closer to him?  It encouraged him to lean forward as well slightly wondering...well...was it a kiss she was looking for?<br/><br/>Only to realize at the last possible moment what she was up to and he turned his head to give the cute girl with the bright eyes named Olivia a seemingly planned and winning grin.  He had turned his head but he was still aware of Avery as close as she was.  As close as he was now, he could see faint freckles on her cheek and the bridge of her nose here and there.  She was...lovely.<br/><br/><br/><em>"I'm also impressed that you stowed your bag, took off your coat, and pantomimed a gymnast all without so much as inching over the divide between our seats. That takes talent."</em><br/><br/>Which only served to encourage him to sit back in his seat and once more he emphasized what he was saying by a slightly lifting of his shoulders.<br/><br/>"Well, you know...it's your space." , he said in a simple, matter-of-fact tone.  Only to then offer her what was starting become a familiar but subdued smile as he leaned slightly towards her where she sat.<br/><br/>"So if you can sing and I can run.  That's pretty...random.  So if everyone on this train has their...thing.  What's the deal with Dellban?  Are you here on a full ride too?"<br/><br/>