<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/JessicaSzohrGossipGirl1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sharai Nadeen<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Thursday, Sept.11, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the town park/On campus<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Taking pictures<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open,Scott<br/><br/>Sharai smiled,<strong>"I've been to Cape Town, its...interesting."</strong>Taking her coffee she sipped lightly after blowing on it for a bit. The hot, bitter drink was welcomed. She didn't need sugar. Not when something was meant to wake her up. Though she did like something sweet with her coffee usually. Her dark gaze went to meet his as he asked about where she was from.<br/><br/><strong>"I was born in Egypt. Faiyum to be exact. My father was, well still is. A well known businessman there. My mother died when I was a child. But its because of her I decided to travel. She took me one day to see the Nile River. We rode down it and I fell in love with the idea of finding where it could take me. </strong>The memory of her mother seemed so far away. As did the one of her father. It'd been a long time since she'd spoken with her father. She loved him, but the falling out they'd had was one she was sure had been the breaking point.<br/><br/>She smiled none-the-less though up at Scott.<strong>"You can call me Sharai. We're colleagues after all.</strong>Taking another sip she tilted her head.<strong>"So you're going as a lion? This is going to be interesting. Are you a cat person? Or just generally enjoying the idea of showing me up on my costume."</strong>she hadn't told him yet, but hers was going to stay a surprise. It was something she'd worked on since she'd heard about the ball. She was always one for a great party. Like that time in Aruba. The memory brought another smile to her lips.