<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/>He saw her gently nudge the chair out, inviting him to sit, and he smiled wider. Without hesitation he moved forward and settled himself down into the chair. It was good to get off his feet for a bit, since he had spent most of the morning running to and fro inside his shop, putting this away or moving this or that - as usual.<br/><br/><strong>"Little?"</strong>he repeated as he looked at her with a crooked grin. His store -was- fairly modest, but he did boast a rather sizable collection of books that were over fifty years old, for sure. He wasn't going to equal a Barnes & Noble anytime soon, but he was rather proud of his collection so far, and it grew every week.<br/><strong><br/>"Yeah, I order stuff from all over the place now. With the internet, eBay, Amazon, and other places online, I get stuff from all over the world on occasion, too. Just last week, I received a book over a hundred years old from Madagascar,"</strong>he said, shaking his head slightly.<strong> "Yeah, Africa. Freakin' amazing. They used thin layers of reeds, dried out and treated, kinda like papyrus, and then sealed them between two thick slabs of wood to use as covers and...,"</strong>he suddenly caught himself, blushing very slightly.<strong>"Sorry. I get carried away sometimes. But needless to say, I get stuff from anywhere, and can -find- stuff from anywhere. If there's ever anything -specific- you want, just let me know, and I'll look out for it. That goes for 'trinkets' as well. In fact...."<br/></strong><br/>Theo paused for a moment, glanced around as if looking for the CIA to leap out from behind any corner, and then leaned closer to her a bit. Sure, it was a -lame- way to get a better whiff of her body's scent, but, it was also practical.<br/><br/><strong>"I have a 'special' item coming in tomorrow or the next day,"</strong>he said, giving her a conspiratorial glance.<strong> "If you want to come check it out, I know things like that interest you,"</strong>he said. Once he found out that Christa was interested in such things, suddenly they 'magically' began to arrive at the shop with more regularity, though he'd never admit he did it on purpose, to try to get her to visit more often.<br/><br/>He leaned back, then, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, just as the clerk brought his order to him. Theo pulled out a $10 bill and passed it to him.<strong>"Thanks, keep the change,"</strong>he said, then turned his eyes back to the gorgeous woman at the table with him.<br/><br/><strong>"Sorry to hear you've been so swamped. Helping someone move, eh? Well, if you ever need a hand, I've done a little moving in my past, as well, would be happy to help,"</strong>he offered.<strong>"And yeah, you should get out more, Christa. Go to a movie. Go on a date. Visit with some friends. Go camping. Relax. You do... seem... a little tense,"</strong>he said, and after looking at her for a moment, he shrugged. What could it hurt to at least offer?<br/><strong><br/>"And if you need someone to talk to - I've got pretty good ears,"</strong>he said, reaching forward and taking a sip from the rootbeer he ordered. He had coffee back at his place, of course, and it was -good- coffee, but he was about coffee'd out right about now.