<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/theo2_zps942a360c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Werebear<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black button-up long-sleeved collared shirt, black pants and belt. Black shoes/socks. Dk Gray/White pen-striped jacket. (Same as picture)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>6:52 pmish, August 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On I-15 to Great Falls, city limits<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Mellisa<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Theo noticed that she had inched closer... which was perfectly fine with him. Her fingers on his skin were so... tantalizing. He couldn't help but wonder what those skilled hands and fingers could do to him, and he definitely didn't want to have to wait for his massage appointment to find out. But, he kept his hopes in check, simply hoping for the evening to go by without making himself look like a fool.<br/><br/>"Well, pig-tails can be cute, even on grown-ups," he chuckled. "Well, at least on the ladies of course. It gives the suggestion of 'innocence', though, in your case....," he turned his head slightly, looking at her with a mischievous glance from the corners of his eyes. But his smile remained. "I bet your mother appreciated it, and it was sweet of you to indulge her," he said.<br/><br/>When she offered to close her eyes, he laughed solidly for a moment. "No, no that won't be necessary," he said, completely mirthful at the idea she suggested. "But I noticed that's the second time you've suggested being blind-folded... I am starting to sense it is something you rather enjoy," he teased. They were close to their destination now, and her touch against his body was relaxing him and making him feel bolder than usual. He was also quite grateful that his truck had an automatic transmission - it allowed his hand to lightly, slowly caress hers without interruption, even as he slowed his vehicle down upon entering the city limits.<br/><br/>He turned off the proper exit, towards downtown Great Falls. It wasn't huge by any means, the city having a population of only about 58,950 according to the city limits sign they passed moments ago. But it was a big enough town for Theo's needs.<br/><br/>Downtown, he drove slower, of course, though he was fairly familiar with the layout. He found a parking space on the main street, thankful that meters weren't used past 6pm, so they could park for free and not have to worry about how long they were here.<br/><br/>Theo turned off the truck and gave Melissa's hand a gentle squeeze. "I'll get the door for you," he offered, then got out and dashed around to the other side to open the passenger door. It was something he had always done, having learned log ago how to treat a lady. It wasn't just a 'courting ritual' he did to impress her or anyone else. He offered her his hand to assist her out of the vehicle, then shut the door and locked it.<br/><br/>"It's just down the street here a short ways," he said. He had never been to this particular place, but according to Mapquest, they were less than a block away.<br/><br/><em>~Please let Mapquest be right...~ </em>he thought to himself. He'd feel like a total ass if he was wrong and got them lost.<br/><br/>Theo walked at a pace comfortable for her, despite his longer gait. He walked close to her, unsure if he should try to hold her hand or... or what. If she kept her hand in his after he helped her out of the truck, he'd hold onto it of course, but if she didn't, he'd still walk closely enough that she could easily hook her arm in his if she wished.<br/><br/>After a brief walk, their destination was at hand.<br/><br/>It became quickly evident where they were going, for the old-style wooden sign hung above the door so that it was visible to patrons walking down the sidewalk from either direction. On a worn wooden facing of dark green paint stood the bold lettering,<em>"Goût de Lyon"</em>, and written below it in smaller, stylized letters were the English words,<em>"Authentic French Cuisine"</em>.<br/><br/>Theo reached for the door first, opening it for her with a smile, silently relieved that they had made it directly to their destination without getting lost. Who says men need to ask for directions?