<div class="floatleft">(http://fullhdpictures.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Eva-Green-Photos-HD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Colette Delcroix<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Madrid, Spain | August 7, 2017 | Around Noon<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Mr M<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Being flighty<br/><hr/><br/>"A case like that is not something that air mail can really handle" Colette said as a Chaffinch (http://www.naturebrain.com/images/VARIOS/Pinzn%20vulgar.jpg) fluttered down to rest on the edge of Colette's tea cup, waiting patiently until she fed it a bit of her biscuit. It didn't seem the least bit concerned to be around people before giving a little hop and taking off again.<br/><br/>"I can be quick, but a moped would be quicker and cheaper. Am I likely to run into trouble along the way? Or am I delivering myself along with this briefcase?" she said, crossing her fingers as she leaned back in her chair. A small part of her felt there was just a little something off about this but the rest of her screamed 'Of course there is! That's why it'll be fun!' and it's hard to argue when so outnumbered.<br/><br/>She doesn't wait for an answer, waving away her own concerns. "Fine! Fine, you have me interested, after all you do seem to know a lot about me and yet you haven't caused me any trouble, so I can give a little faith this will be worth my time." she gestures to the brief case with a dip of her head "So where is this going and why does it need me in particular to get it there?"