<div class="floatleft">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b515/Katsofiya/53db0b48-fa05-472d-81df-f2c82cb0d03f_zps1d7e2d14.jpg)</div>Name: Blake Morse<br/>Species/Element: Non Magic<br/>Wearing: Jeans, Black t-shirt and steel toe capped boots (http://i00.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v2/830788896_1/Hot-Sale-Fashion-POP-High-elastic-Lycra-Cotton-font-b-Men-s-b-font-Short-Sleeve.jpg)<br/>Time: August 1st, Afternoon<br/>Location: Town Square. Etriente's.<br/>Tag: Yana, Open.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rushing into the square Blake looked around for his sister, he was about twenty minutes late and he was cursing under his breath,<strong>"shit, shit, shit"</strong>, he always told Yana not to bother with men who didn't respect her in a variety of ways and being late was pretty high on his list. Pulling his phone out of his back pocket he sent a quick message to her, just hoping she hadn't gone home, he didn't have enough time to get home and sooth her feelings before he had to reopen the garage.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">"I'm Sorry, where are you?"</span><br/><br/>He knew the day was going to go pear shaped when a car was brought into him that he had seen dozens of times over the last few years, the old man who owned it refused to part with it, even though Blake had told him the problem with it was that it needed a new engine, there were only so many patch up jobs he could do. However as usual the old man had just laughed<strong>"I'll be dead soon and won't need a working car so just patch it up son."</strong>Blake had sighed and agreed to do what he could, he had been so engrossed that he hadn't noticed the time.<br/><br/>Looking around the square he focused on the antique shop, groaning he headed over to look through the window, knowing his luck Yana was in there and he'd end up spending a fair amount of money on books to sooth his own guilt for leaving her waiting and then wouldn't have time for lunch. However when he reached the shop he only saw the owner and another young man standing talking.<br/><br/>