<div class="floatleft"> (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/14/428dd9f12e9d7e1cc4b906356cad0e80.jpg) </div><strong>Name: </strong>Tavleen Tillinghast<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS104-0110<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>18 / Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Basic Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Hall 8:00pm<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Allison Sullivan, Isabelle Thomas, OPEN<br/><hr/>“Pleasure to meet you Allie.”<br/><br/>Tavleen had a habit of shortening people’s names and an even worse one of giving them nicknames whether they wanted them or not.  She hadn’t pegged Allison for one yet, but you could be that it was coming at some point.<br/><br/>“Boston.  Best city there is!” Tavleen’s accent was a dead giveaway.  It was Bostonian through and through.  When asked her face had flashed into a smile and her chest had puffed out just a bit.  “I’m surprised you didn’t place it.  I’ve been told I have a bit of an accent.”<br/><br/>She unrolled the scroll as they entered the foyer holding it up enough so that Allie and Isabelle could see.  It was quite an interesting list to be sure.  “Here hold this a moment.” Allie said shoving the list into Isabelle’s hands and gathering Allie around the neck to plant a warm kiss on the girl’s lips, lingering just long enough to enjoy it but not long enough to be too creepy, in her mind. Tavleen held out her hand for the list which Isabelle returned with a smirk and watched as the “A Stolen Kiss” line scratched itself off.<br/><br/>“There, one down.  Which should we look for next?”<br/>