<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/connor_zpscd597627.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Werebear<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dark-colored t-shirt (same as picture, but clean and not sweaty. ;) ), clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 1st, around noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Stonehenge Antiquities<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open, AJ<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Theo had just finished re-arranging a shelf of books in the 'Middle East History' section when he heard the faint electronic chime sound off at the front of the store, indicating someone had come inside. It was time for the mailman's usual delivery, and assuming that's who it was, he made his way to the front of the store.<br/><br/>He was surprised, though, when he found a gorgeous blond woman he had never met before strolling through the door, her gaze looking around, giving him the impression that she had not been here before. Theo would certainly remember seeing her, and he'd -definitely- remember scenting her, but with a slight flare of his nostrils, just once and very quickly, he definitely did not recognize her scent. He did catch the scent of something -strong-... oil... rubbing alcohol... rubbing oil... massage oil, perhaps? She might have just bathed, or she might have come straight from the massage parlor down the street.<br/><br/><strong>"Afternoon, miss,"</strong>he said with a warm smile.<strong>"Welcome to Stonehenge. If you're looking for anything in particular, just let me know. This main room is for books, and the side room over there,"</strong>he said, twisting slightly and nodding in the direction of a wide doorway that led into another part of the shop,<strong>"Is for antiques and such. We have stuff from all over the world, if you're interested in that sort of thing,"</strong>he said.<br/><br/>AJ would note that the place looked -much- different than when she had been in the last time as a younger version of herself, and she definitely didn't remember seeing Theo here before, either. The store had a different arrangement, was brighter and better lit, was less dusty in general, and even -smelled- better, with hints of lilac and jasmine in the air. There were also far -more- books, more antiques, more -everything-, pretty much, and the very front of the store had a handful of small round tables and a few chairs, and the presence of creamer and sugar seemed to indicate that he obviously sold coffee of some kind here.<br/><br/><strong>"Looking for anything in particular, or just curious?"</strong>he asked, hooking his thumbs into the back pockets of his jeans as he awaited a response from her.