<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/2a6tac2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivienne Beaux (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381786#msg12381786)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> New Orleans, Louisiana | August 2017 | 10:00 AM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Mild Language<br/><hr/><br/>There was a brief, playful smile on her part. A small chuckle and then a hand on her forehead to indicate stress. She felt silly and foolish for being so rude, it wasn't like her to do so. Frustrated, hot, and now she was going into work - she didn't need anything else happen to her that day. Getting her car fixed and on her way was all she wanted or thought about. Even the handsome man she happened to run into wasn't distracting her too much.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah, uh - I'm Vivienne. I was on my way to work when.."</strong><br/><br/>She stopped herself, did he even work there? Vivienne had a tendency to ramble whenever something bothered her. It felt like her mind was being clouded with stress, anxiety, and just a little too much on her plate. A drink could calm her down, hell, even going to the gym to pump iron would make her calm down. Her palms felt sweaty and gross, but she kept her outward appearance friendly and open.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm sorry, do you work here? I don't want to dump my problems on the wrong person. I just, yeah - I broke down on the highway going to work and I have no idea why, I just bought a new battery a few weeks ago."</strong><br/><br/>After giving herself time to breath, she gave him a once over and smiled again.<br/><br/>At least he was attractive.</div>