<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7cNoRru.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong><strong>Roslyn Walder</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15273555#msg15273555)<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>30 Sept | a bit after 2pm<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Grand Ballroom<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">black and white striped dress, white high heel sandals, pale mint nail polish and eyeshadow</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/GDhjG1A.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/VowW8cm.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/clXahfL.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/MZxvbhq.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>excited | optimistic<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>meetin’ and eatin’<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Finley | open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The blonde visibly started when Roz spoke to her.  Eyes darting around nervously she mumbled something noncommittal and skittishly moved away.<br/><br/>Roz sat startled for a moment at the response she had gotten, her hand still outstretched where she had been touching the back of the girl's hand.  As she brought her arm back slowly, she noticed one of the young men in the room had been watching the exchange. He was sipping at his tea as he casually lounged in his chair wearing a loose orange shirt and snug white jeans.  Her eyes moved upward to take in his artfully tousled brown hair, arresting blue eyes and a spray of freckles across his nose.<br/><br/>Roz shrugged at him with a bemused look, then stood up and made her way to his table.  She sat sideways in the chair next to his and with a wry grin said, “I'm going to try this again and hopefully, it will go better this time.  If you bolt away in terror as well, I’ll start to think it’s me.”   She extended her arm and placed her fingers on the back of his hand that wasn’t holding his tea and said, “Hi, I’m Roslyn.  That’s a lovely dress you’re wearing, hun.”