<div class="floatleft">(http://www.yowazzup.com/blog/images/olga-kurylenko/olga-kurylenko-07.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong>aka<strong>Mél</strong><br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Non Magic<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>same as picture<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 1st:<strong>3:30pm</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Evans Day Spa: Mel's Private Office (http://www.commercialofficefurniture.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Elegant-Small-Office-Ideas.jpg)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/>Email: Theo @ Stonehenge Antiquities (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=182263.0)<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br/>Mel had just gotten up from the couch where she was trying to relax, and was daydreaming a bit, yes avoiding a bit of work. Not that she couldn't hold off on some of it, but would be nice to make sure it was as much of it out of the way as possible. She heard a ding come from her computer, glancing over at it she gave it a curious look, as if she half expected it to answer her, and then of course within seconds she got a pop up. Walking to her desk she pulled out her chair, and while working towards sitting down she opened up her yahoo.<br/><br/><em>'Who in the world would be...'</em>she stopped mid thought as she saw the sender, then opened it up. Mel smiled, laughing softly as a light shade of pink came to her face. Soon as she finished reading the message that he had sent her she settled into her chair and began a response.<br/><br/><em>"Theo,<br/><br/>I do love a good surprise, and two in the same moment is almost to good to be true.<br/><br/>6:30, I'll be sure to be ready, any preferences?<br/><br/>Oh and don't make any promises like that, you have no idea where the night might lead.<br/><br/>Much love,<br/>- Mél"<em></em></em><br/><br/>Mel traced her finger along her mouse as she once more read through his message<em>'Theo'</em>In all the excitement she didn't get his name, and to think it was all that simple to get a hold of. She sent the message before falling back in her chair, pushing it always from her desk before spinning around. There was a good chance she had it very bad, but in truth she didn't care. He was a business owner, on antiques, he was smart, he was dedicated. There's no reason she couldn't fall for him, besides that. He emailed her. Who thinks to do that? Mel closed her eyes as she took in a deep breath and let it out slowly with a content sigh.