<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/>Theo bid farewell to the blond, and then diverted his eyes to the other newcomer to his store... and it took every bit of willpower he had to not let his jaw drop open when he saw what she was wearing.<br/><br/>Then, to make matters worse, she began to -speak-, and his knees actually -shook-. Her accent was unmistakably French, and for a long moment, he just blinked at her.<br/><br/>~Keep your eyes on hers. Keep your eyes on hers. Keep your eyes on hers. Don't let your eyes roam of she'll see it and then you've lost a customer,~ he kept telling himself.<br/><br/><strong>"Good afternoon, miss,"</strong>he said, finally, with a nod. He was sure that the long pause made him look like he was mentally slow, or half asleep, or just plain stupid. He listened closely, quickly regaining his composure as Mel listed out what she was looking for.<br/><br/><strong>"Well,"</strong>he said with a smile.<strong>"You're in luck, miss. And I hope you have some time, because we actually have a very good selection of rugs and wall decor, ranging from the middle east to the orient. I -do- have a few curtains, too, mostly dark in color, but there are some brighter ones too back there,"</strong>he said, furrowing his brow in thought.<br/><strong><br/>"All of those items we can find in the next room, if you'll follow me?" </strong>he suggested, walking to the end of the counter, preparing to guide her to the antique section of the store.<strong>"Please pardon my manners - would you like some coffee? I have a pot just brewed less than an hour go,"</strong>he offered.<br/><br/>And then he started trying to think of excuses to keep her here in the store longer. The occasional glance allowed him to see her more fully, and she had the frame of a goddess, and the voice of an angel. Theo silently cursed himself - first Christa, then the pretty blond, and now this ultra-sexy French woman (or maybe she was from Quebec? He wasn't sure)...<br/><br/>~You are one horny motherfucker, Theo,~ he said to himself with a soft sigh, as he waited to see if she wanted coffee, or wanted to get right to the antique inspection.