<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>Town Square - Bakery<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>open, Christa (by name)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Christa greeted him in a cheerful manner, which put him at ease a bit. If he had seen her in his store, he'd have no problem approaching her and speaking to her. But here, in the bakery, she might have just been looking for some peace and quiet to enjoy her own lunch, so interrupting her was a concern of his. Her response, though, put him at ease.<br/><br/>Before he could answer her, the clerk asked Theo if he wanted his 'usual'. Theo turned his gaze to the clerk and nodded with a smile.<strong>"Yeah, that will be perfect, thanks,"</strong>he said, then turned his eyes back towards Christa. Hooking his thumbs in his jean pockets, he took a few steps towards where she sat.<br/><br/><strong>"No apologies necessary, though I am sure the books you normally look through really do miss you,"</strong>he said, trying not to sound -too- terribly corny.<strong>"And business has been great lately, actually. I've gotten in a few new shipments since you were in last, which I think you might be interested in. You should drop by sometime when you have some spare time, you don't even have to bring your own chair,"</strong>he said, smiling at her.<br/><br/><strong>"How about yourself? How's life treating you?"</strong>