<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/theo2_zps942a360c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Werebear<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black button-up long-sleeved collared shirt, black pants and belt. Black shoes/socks. Dk Gray/White pen-striped jacket. (Same as picture)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>7:00 pmish, August 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Goût de Lyon Restaurant<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Mellisa<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Theo walked in after her, and hearing the hint of joy in her voice... that alone made the trip worth it. He didn't know of any -real- French restaurants in Angel Creek, and this was the nearest, so he had decided to take a chance. Besides, the reviews for the place were fantastic, and unless those reviews were somehow faked, then he felt it was unlikely that things could go wrong.<br/><br/>The place was fairly small and quite cozy. It had that low-light level found in most romantic restaurants, with candles lit at each and every table. There were a few tables occupied, but not many - so the atmosphere was quiet and relaxed. Soft, romantic music played over the in-house speakers, just loud enough to be heard clearly, but soft enough not to be annoying or hard to talk over.<br/><br/>The host was a portly gentleman who approached them with a broad smile. He had shorted, spiky hair and wore a maroon long-sleeved shirt and tie, along with black slacks and dress shoes.<br/><br/>"Greetings, and welcome to Goût de Lyon, dame et monsieur," he said in a very cheery voice and an obvious French accent. This made Theo smile - he had *hoped* that the staff here, at least some of them, would be able to speak actual French. He thought that might also tickle Melissa as well, since Theo himself didn't know many people at all who spoke the language fluently. Actually, he knew only one: her. "Do you have a reservation with us tonight?" he asked.<br/><br/>Theo nodded, "Yes, Theo, for 7:15. We're a bit early, though. Sorry about that," he said.<br/><br/>The man shook his head, smiling, "No no no, no problem. Perhaps we shall wait for the crowd to die down first, yes?" he said with obvious playfulness, glancing about the main room which was mostly empty.<br/><br/>Then, Melissa spoke, in her own tongue, and the man's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree!<br/><br/>"Ma dame! Évidemment je parle le français! Je suis de Lyon enfin, ayant seulement vécu en Amérique depuis environ deux ans! Je suis excité pour parler à un compatriote, ou au moins à quelqu'un qui est très coulant! Merci et Bienvenu!" he said, rather excitedly.<br/><br/>Theo himself, of course, was absolutely -clueless- about the cuisine or the language, and so when she and the host broke out into rapid French, Theo just smiled, pretending to 'follow along' even though he hadn't the foggiest idea what they were saying. He loved just listening to them speak - but especially Melissa. There was the faintest hint of a purr in her voice, and again he quietly wondered to himself what she might sound like early in the morning after a long night of passion. The trip here was really for -her-, though, and in his eyes we was simply company for her, to see that she was afforded every chance to be -happy- and enjoy herself.<br/><br/>"Please, right this way! I have a special place just for the two of you!" he said, as he began to lead them to their table. It was a great spot, near two windows that looked out onto a small, well-manicured courtyard, obviously man-made to provide a thematic view for patrons looking out the windows on this side of the building. Most noticeable, of course, was the miniature version of the Eiffel Tower in the middle of the courtyard, made of black metal bars, standing close to twenty feet tall. Lots of small French flags flew from the corners and atop it, as well, one of the most recognizable landmarks from France that most Americans might know.<br/><br/>"I will be your waiter personally," the man said, and the way he said it seemed to indicate that he normally was not a waiter. He provided two menus plus a wine list for them, and then asked, "Is there something I can get you to drink, to start? Is this a special occasion, or just two young sweethearts setting out to try something new?"<br/><br/>Theo looked to Melissa, politely allowing the lady to go first.<br/>