<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/>Theo listened to Mel's explanation about her hours this evening. She was working late - ah, a kindred soul! Theo often worked late too, but not tonight. Tonight, after he closed shop, he would then immediately haul the items on the list over to the spa where Mel worked. He could put off any other after-hours work until later tonight or tomorrow. Living upstairs above his store afforded him certain benefits, like being able to go back and forth between the two with ease.<br/><strong><br/>"I close up tonight at 6 pm, and will be over to the spa shortly after," </strong>he nodded in confirmation.<strong>"It might take a couple loads, but I should be able to fit most of this in my vehicle in one haul, possibly two at most,"</strong>he said. He looked down the list again and nodded - yeah, one load maybe two.<br/><br/>Immediately after he offered her the 'special' (which was, of course, a special designed for a single customer, and designed spontaneously on the fly), she covered part of his lips with her soft fingers. When she offered dinner, his eyes widened slightly in surprise. As he pulled her hand away, he replied, his voice softer than before.<br/><br/><strong>"Dinner it is.... and a 30% discount,"</strong>he said playfully. It was far more than he had hoped for.<br/><br/>Then, as she turned and walked away, her hips swaying as a woman's often do, he simply watched for a moment, feeling the sudden rush of blood to parts of his body that benefited most from a sudden rush of blood. She was right out of a beauty magazine, or one of those tv-shows with the women on them that simply look too good to be true. But here this one was, moving up to the counter in order to pay her bill... and he was just standing there on the spot unmoving.<br/><br/>Quickly his feet finally moved, and he moved out to the counter, behind it, and rang her up. He accepted the card, punched in the info and waited for the card to authorize.<br/><br/><strong>"And when might we have this dinner together? What evenings might you be free?"</strong>he asked. He didn't know if she meant tonight, tomorrow, next weekend or some other time. When the card went through and the receipt printed, he set the copy she needed to sign in front of her.<br/><br/><strong>"And see you tonight a little after six, at the Spa?"</strong>he asked, just making sure.