<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>Ballpark-ish (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7GB8IJs6ic)<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>"So you're a runner?....That explains a lot."</em><br/><br/>Her words elicited a small look of curiosity.  Wondering what it was she really meant by that but she was moving onto getting into the real reason why he was here.  Understandable really because he was very much thinking the same about her.  She was...well...not what he was used to.  He certainly didn't get the athletic vibe from her.  That wasn't an indictment, it was just that in his relatively limited experience, girls that were amateur athletes didn't come with a box of pastries for snacking and sharing.<br/><br/>They generally weren't as...dynamic as Avery.  Although it's not as though Jack would ever actually describe her as dynamic.<br/><br/>Fun?  Yes.<br/><br/>Doable?  Most assuredly.<br/><br/>So she wanted to know why he was here and there was the old flare inside of him...where he very much wanted to impress her.  He wasn't an idiot though...at least not completely.  Something told him that...NOT trying to impress her would actually impress her more?  Maybe?  He really shouldn't doubt his standard operating procedure when it came to young women but...what if he actually tried to NOT sleep with her?<br/><br/>"Decathlon." , he admitted.  His blue eyes danced down to the oatmeal that she held in her hand still.  "But...if I had to guess why I'm here on a full ride, I'd have to guess it's because I'm quick.  I can move when I want to." He said all of that in a way that sounded altogether humble...a little too humble really.  Practiced.  "So what's your thing?  What's your quickness?"<br/><br/>He motioned slightly with his chin towards the oatmeal.  "And I'll finish that if you don't want it.  I was just trying to impress you by sharing."