<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>6:02 pmish, August 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Evans Day Spa - Out Front ->>> On the way to Great Falls, less than an hour away<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Mellisa<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Theo made sure she was safely inside before he closed the door, then dashed around to his side of the vehicle and leaped in, started her up, and pulled out onto the street. He was immediately glad he had picked up this new truck two years previously: it was still in excellent shape, inside and out. If he had set up a date with her while he still had his PREVIOUS truck, he might have opted to just picked her up on a bicycle instead.<br/><br/>"Your father's a doctor? So the apple didn't fall too far from the tree, you just went in a slightly different direction," he said with a nod.<br/><br/>When she asked him about where he was taking her, he looked down at his watch quickly, then put his eyes back on the road. "You'll know soon enough," he said, then he glanced at her. "And... blindfolds? That's a tempting idea," he said, winking at her and then putting his eyes back on the road.<br/><br/>Jesus, she was -gorgeous-, and he started getting -that feeling- again, like he was taking someone on a date he -shouldn't- be. Strangely enough, it had nothing to do with the fact that he was several -decades- older than her, even though it didn't look like it. But it was simply her charm, her demeanor, her sophistication and bearing. She -walked- and -talked- like someone who should be in Hollywood, not in some dinky little town out in the middle of Montana. He mentally crossed his fingers that it wasn't just a physical thing, though... Of course if it -was-, he wouldn't dream of turning her away in a million years, but there was a deeper part of him that was hoping for something more, *longing* for a kind of connection he had not had in a very long time.<br/><br/>His 'surprise', he knew, might not even impress her. But, it was the first idea he could think of, and the first thing that came to mind. It had been simple to arrange, and he just hoped it worked out like he planned. If it did, at -least- she would see that he actually paid attention. It was the thought that counts, he kept telling himself.<br/><br/>The temptation to keep looking at her was strong. The road ahead gave him a good excuse to control his stares. He didn't want her to think he was a pervert or something, and some women, even beautiful ones, would get self-conscious if a man looked at them overly long. But Melissa had promised him that she -enjoyed- being looked at, and he was fairly certain that she knew what most of those men were thinking.<br/><br/>Did she think the same thing about him, he wondered?<br/><br/>"If you hate surprises, I could tell you if you want," he teased, smiling as he turned on the turn-signal and merged into an on-ramp. "But I think it will be worth the suspense," he said, glancing at her quickly. Goodness, was that -bare thigh- he could see out of the corner of his eye? Her exposed midriff was taught like she worked-out a lot, but the rest of her outfit left much to the imagination - and he had a -very- vivid one.<br/><br/>He eventually merged onto Interstate 15, and gassed up to the speed-limit... and a little past it. He couldn't wait to see her reaction...<br/><br/>