<div class="floatleft">(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Alexandra/AlexandraDonatellaGeovanelli_zps2e1ca929.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alexandra Donatella Geovanelli<br/><strong>Species/Element: </strong>Dark Witch - Air<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This, except jacket. (http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Alexandra/AlexaOutfit1Purplecopy_zps1f57ab09.jpg)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 1st, around noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cain's Den Tattoo and Piercing Parlor<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Vincent Cain, Open<br/><br/>Alexandra's Harley, for reference (http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Alexandra/fullpurpleflamecopy_zpsc10a2a97.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Alex had been very determined the day she had stepped up to Vincent and told him that she wanted a job. She had been drawing most of her life. It was her comfort, the thing that was her's and no one could take from her. It was her soul, her very being. She lived and breathed in her art. She knew she was good, so she hadn't been worried what so ever in her talent. But, it was the first time that she ever actually showed it to anyone. She had followed him to his desk, leaned against the edge of it as he looked over her drawings. She often thought about that day. It had gone very well, but it so easily could have gone wrong. Vincent Cain was not a man you wanted to make angry.<br/><br/>She heard his Harley and smiled. She had gloves on as she cleaned and sanitized the last of the equipment that had been used that morning. They'd had tatoos and she'd had pericings to give, barely a break between. So, she was glad to have some time. As she heard the door open, finished the last of it and peeled off her gloves and tossed them in the trash. She heard his words about lunch first. She was famished. She turned and sashayed over toward the front door. Her hips rocking in her short black/purple shorts all the way. She put up the closed for lunch sign.<br/><br/><strong>"Gladly..."</strong><br/><br/>Alexandra grinned at Vincent as she made her way back toward him, her nearly six inch heels clicking against the tile floor.<strong>"Mmm, food. I am starving."</strong>Her words came out, as a purr in her soft, husky voice. She laughed, a soft tinkling of a laugh as she was asked about the Muscle Car Expo. Her manicured hand with long black, squared off nails reached out to take the bag of food from him.<strong>"Of course, I've heard."</strong>She walked over toward the office, where she would begin to unpack the bag of food. "Sure, we can go together..we usually do." She shrugged. It was really no big deal, but then she paused as if she was just now hearing him say the last part.<br/><br/>Slowly, she turned her head to look at him. Her high arched black brow quirking at him.<strong>"Date?"</strong>She was close to Vincent, and had been secretly crushing on him for years, but never in her life would she have thought he felt any more about her than friends. She nodded, her ruby red lips curling in to a genuine smile.<strong> "I'd love to." </strong>She didn't make a big deal out of it though. Instead, she pulled the rest of the food out so they could eat their lunch.