<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, Mel<br/><hr/><br/><br/>He smiled and nodded.<strong>"One coffee with cream, coming up!" </strong>he said, turning back and heading toward the counter again.<strong> "Oh, if you want you can go ahead and go on in, just through that archway,"</strong>he said, pointing to the entrance to the antique area.<strong> "I'll be right in,"</strong>he said, giving her a warm smile.<br/><br/>Theo reached the coffee maker and poured her a hot cup of joe, then added creamer as she requested. He turned to see that she had went in to the antique area, and then he quickly turned to look at a mirror on the back wall. He made sure his hair as fairly neat, and it was. He looked at his clothes in the mirror - a few dust spots, which he patted off quickly, but other than that he looked ok. He raised a hand, cupping it in front of his face then breathed into it, sniffing. His breath was fine.<br/><br/>Taking a breath and picking up her coffee, he walked back from behind the counter and into the antique area to find her looking around.<br/><br/><strong>"If orient is what you're looking for, I've got lots of interesting things from that time-period, from authentic samurai weapons, to rugs, to bamboo and bronze wind-chimes, statuettes and incense holders... it's just... there's a lot, so you have a lot of choices, which is probably a good thing,"</strong>he said, as he offered her the cup of coffee he had poured for her. Once she took it, he took a few steps to guide her towards the same items he told her about.<br/><br/>There were six different rugs, of different colors, sizes, and styles. There were a few curtain sets, but not many, perhaps three. There were also countless knick-knacks and wall-items, just as he promised, including the things he had already listed, plus artwork, an actual helmet from a samurai's armor, and many, many other things. Theo took a step to the side so that she could look without him being in the way, and as she began to look around, -then- he could risk a longer look at -her-.<br/><br/>Sweet hickory bacon! What was a woman like this doing in a town like Angel Creek? His eyes roamed over her, taking in every curve and -really- enjoying the way she walked, too. And her voice... he quickly tried to think of any reason he could to get her to talk so that he could just listen to that voice. Women with accents were a bit of a weakness for him, as were curves and skin that almost begged to be touched.<br/><br/><strong>"We also offer free delivery, too, especially if you pick something up that is too big to carry for you,"</strong>he offered. That wasn't -really- true, but for her, he'd deliver whatever she wanted, wherever she wanted.<br/><br/>Then he remained nearby, but without crowding her, in case she had any questions for him. Theo didn't want to smother her, or make her uncomfortable at all.<br/><br/>