<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>Stonehenge Antiquities<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open, Terran, Christa<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Theo watched as Terran took Christa's coffee with a nod, then walked off to deliver it to her. The store-owner was glad THAT was resolved, and all was right with the world again. He understood how the small bit of friction had happened - a tiny bit of miscommunication was all it was - but either way, he was just glad that it was resolved and that there didn't appear to be any hard feelings. Maybe Theo would ask Christa about it later, if she ever came back to the store alone. Or, maybe Theo would just forget about it. It just wasn't a big deal.<br/><br/>Theo moved over to the box of new book arrivals he had been working on, first checking them against the packing list to make sure what was supposed to be included was included, then he inspected each book carefully to make sure it matched the condition he expected them to be in. Since so many of the books in his store were old or -very- old, their condition was rarely perfect. But, if someone sold him a book that was supposed to have a good binding, then he expected to find a good binding on that book, even if there were other defects.<br/><br/>He could hear Christa and Terran mumbling to each other briefly, but they were far enough away that he couldn't make out what they were saying. Still, they were talking quietly enough that there didn't seem to be any anger in their voices, so hopefully that meant that everything was fine all around.<br/><br/>Just as he emptied the last book from the box and was about to toss it to the side, Christa called for him, asking if he could provide her a box.<strong>"Sure," </strong>he called out, then made his way to the couple with the empty box, handing it to whichever one of them would take it first.<strong>"Here ya go,"</strong>he said, handing the empty box off, then returning to his place at the front counter. With the packing slip complete, now was time to enter each of them into the computer.