<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/>She was very comfortable with herself or at least she did a great job of making it seem like she was.  He bit his lower lip a moment as she smiled at him, her lips dusted with sugar and looking very much like dessert; herself.  The second pastry she had given him was consumed as quickly as the first.  It seemed like the more she fed him, the more hungry he realized he was.  With his lips pressed together in a small, content smile, he exhaled slowly through his nostrils.  Giving her another, warmer smile as she offered him her oatmeal.<br/><br/>He took the oatmeal she offered him, letting his fingers lightly brush against hers.  His eyes on hers and letting the electric feeling of touching her wind it's way up his arm and nestle at the base of his neck like a happy, buzzing, tingling, little time bomb.<br/><br/>He shrugged in a non-committal way as he stuck the plastic spoon into the oatmeal.  He was no longer looking at her, but the smile on his lips suggested that he knew she was watching him.  "Nah...I only say stuff like that to the smart, young women that feed me."  He said as he crunched the oatmeal contentedly.  Shovelling in another spoonful and crunching more before he placed the spoon in his mouth upside down.  Slowly drawing the spoon outward as though he was cleaning it before offering the spoon with what was left of the oatmeal to Avery.  Lifting an eyebrow as if to offer to her what as left.<br/><br/>"And I'm out of my comfort zone with the travelling.  Back home, when I travel for track, my coaches know my restrictions and they have everything prepared.  They come just short of feeding me, themselves." , he offered her a playful grin.