<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a4/b4/1e/a4b41e36e10afcf72a7c0b00facd35b7.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>Avery Voss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15274024#msg15274024)<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...early.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>On the train to Dellban<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>This  (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/73/90/b3/7390b3bba926bf0f8ebc785775231632.jpg)and these. (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2019/11/16/5dd0c79879df27347ecb377b/m_5dd0c7d9fe19c74ae7406224.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Just a taste...  (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z67vTcIiUrM&list=RDMMHUgwM1Ky228&index=2)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Meeting Jack and 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>Jack<br/><hr/><br/>There was a small, almost indiscernible twitch at the corner of her lips as his fingers brushed hers. She held the cup a fraction of a second longer than was necessary, her eyes meeting his with the same warmth as her smile and the barest glimmer of an impulse she didn't indulge.<br/><br/><em>"Likely story."</em>she teased, the doughnut held gently by two fingers in her other hand.<em>"Either that or you're perfectly accustomed to women feeding you...which seems like an altogether different conversation."</em><br/><br/>A brief silence passed between them as they both ate, her mind wandering innumerable paths, all of which seemed to lead directly back to how fucking great his smile was.<br/><em><br/>"So you're a runner?....That explains a lot." <br/></em><br/>The last bite of rich, sugary goodness disappeared past her still grinning lips before she wiped the sugar from her fingers on her pant leg, then graciously accepted the oatmeal and spoon. Not that she had a great want of more food, three pastries in and half a dozen yet to go, but she wasn't about to badger the poor guy into eating it if he didn't want it.<br/><br/><em>"With a setup like that, what brings you out here? I mean...I guess it's possible that you're so damned charming you'll convince coaches and young women across Scotland to feed you as well?"</em>