<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>5:51 pmish, August 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Evans Day Spa - Side door/Loading dock<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>NPC: Mitch, Mellisa<br/><hr/><br/><br/>He couldn't help it. He had finished getting dressed, went downstairs by his truck, and looked at his watch and saw that it was 5:45pm. With a sigh, Theo decided he'd just go over a bit early, which would give him a bit of time to unload the truck.<br/><br/>Theo jumped in the cab and started her up, then headed over to the Spa, not driving particularly fast, but it was difficult not to. He hadn't been this anxious in a very long time. Even his monthly... changes... didn't bring on this sort of anticipation or eagerness. Quite the contrary, in fact. This was something he hadn't done or felt in a very, very long time, and now that the time was upon him, he couldn't help but feel those doubts start to creep in.<br/><br/>Would she have a good time? Would she find him acceptable company? Would she like his choice for a date? Would she be willing to see him again? These things collided through his thoughts, bouncing around in his skull and causing a bit of anxiety, but it was nothing serious. Eventually, he compartmentalized it all - what would happen, would happen. She would either like him or not. He just needed to be himself, and if she didn't like who he was, then hopefully they'd still part as friends.<br/><br/>But what if....?<br/><br/>Then he remembered all of his -bold- emails throughout the afternoon. Hers had been so playful and he found it difficult to believe that she actually -meant- them... but what if she did? And his... wow, some of his, after reading over them again later, were -really-... aggressive. Had it been so long that his boldness had grown all on its own? Regardless of the source of his boldness, he realized now that he was going to have to -face- her... after all the things he said! It gave him a chill, and he looked into the rear-view mirror for a moment to find that he was -blushing-.<br/><br/>"Come on, Theo... get a grip. She's just a woman. A... beautiful, sexy, exotic, intelligent, sophisticated woman, but... still... she's -human-," he said aloud to himself, coaching some relaxation into his bones.<br/><br/>He did relax by the time he pulled to the side of the building, as she had instructed. He saw the double-doors that would be the loading area, he assumed, so he pulled up to it. He saw a couple people standing outside smoking, so at least he'd be able to find out if this was the right place or not.<br/><br/>"Mitch?" he called out the window. One of the young males nodded. "Mr. Munn?" he asked, and Theo nodded in confirmation and turned off the truck. He hopped out and moved to the back, then popped open the truck bed's shell door, then pulled down the tail gate. The items had all made it safe and sound the short distance he drove them, including the additional items she wanted.<br/><br/>"Oh, we can get those things, Mr. Munn," Mitch said, quite politely. Theo nodded his appreciation as the two lads began to carefully pull the items out of the back of the truck. Theo's eyes, of course, were darting around looking for Mel, but so far did not see her. At least with the two guys unloading, they would know where to put things, and they'd save Theo from breaking a sweat. He'd feel pretty dumb unloading the truck, sweating a lot and then wreaking of sweat the entire time!<br/><br/>He watched as the two began to unload, and he waited patiently for her to arrive. If he finished unloading before she did, he'd just go in the front. He looked at his watch - he was a bit early, so he didn't worry at all. Just being anxious....