<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, clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>3:30pmish, August 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Stonehenge Antiquities<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open for business<br/><hr/><br/><br/>He couldn't take his mind off of her. The exotic French woman who had visited earlier, and whom he was going to see in a few hours. But those hours were dragging like quicksand. He was doing his best not to get his hopes up - it was -just dinner-. He knew they would likely go out, have a good chat, she would 'Friendzone' him, and that would be it. Then after that he'd only be able to enjoy her in his fantasies.<br/><br/>Theo tried to think positively, and had an idea. He rushed to his computer desk and sat down, and did a bit of quick searched. He found everything he wanted, and then made a quick call. Done with that, he smiled, and did one more search, and easily found Mel's work email address - it was right there on the Spa's website.<br/><br/>He brought up Yahoo and put in her email address and added her to his 'Favorites'. Then he began to type her a message.<br/><br/><br/><br/><em>"Mel,<br/><br/>You said surprise you for dinner. So... surprise!<br/><br/>Tonight. <br/>6:30 PM, after I unload and put your items in your office where you want them.<br/>Be ready when I bring over the stuff you bought, we'll leave from there.<br/>I'll drive.<br/>I'll have you back at a decent time - promise.<br/></em><br/><em>Thinking of you,<br/>-Theo"</em><br/><br/>He finished typing it, doing his best to keep it short. She was probably working and busy, so he didn't want it to be long and wordy. He read over it several times, making sure it sounded ok. He wanted it to portray confidence and excitement, but not to the point of sounding desperate. Did the last few words sound too 'mushy'? He didn't think so, and he had no idea if she would or not.<br/><br/>Then, looking at the clock, he began to do another search, realizing he had about two hours to work on this, and working at the computer would allow him to instantly see any replies she might send....<br/><br/><br/>Finally, when he felt it was good to go, he hit -Send-, and the message was away.<br/><br/>