<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, clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>5:21 pmish, August 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Stonehenge Antiquities<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open for business, Email: Mel<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Minutes later, another response, and this one made him smile for many reasons, but the biggest reason was: the wait was almost over. But she hinted at him sweeping her off her feet : him of all people! He was finding it much more difficult not to hope, much harder to keep from being TOO optimistic, but that was becoming more and more difficult, the more she flirted with him. He was going to feel quite like the fool if he meant everything he said, while she was merely teasing the entire time. But it was a risk he decided he would take.<br/><br/>He looked around - he had much to do still, and a quick run down of things he needed to do filled his head suddenly.<br/><br/>Theo hit reply, not sure if she would even get this last message or not, but decided to go ahead and send it anyway.<br/><br/><em>"Femme splendide Melissa,<br/><br/>I have already learned more French in the past two hours than I had the rest of my entire life. See what a positive influence you are on me already? I am quickly becoming convinced that I need -more- of this positive influence to keep me from falling into darkness. Allez faire vous ma lumière?<br/><br/>Please forgive me, but I find it somewhat funny that you work at a massage parlor - and have not had a massage for quite some time. I hope that you will enjoy the one I am willing to give you, and if not, I am sure you can teach me since you are the professional, after all! :)<br/><br/>I would enjoy an evening of you rambling to me. I think you know this. But in case you don't, please do not very silence yourself on my account. Talk to me.  Speak to me in that enchanting voice that I can't get out of my head. And do not worry, I will do my best to keep myself from melting with each and every word.<br/><br/>I hope I have not distracted you -too- much. As a fellow businessperson, I understand you have work to do. Merci for your time, and now I will see you in minutes, rather than hours.<br/><br/>Soon,<br/>-Theo"</em><br/><br/>He clicked 'send', then nearly jumped out of his seat, moving to the door and closing it, flipping the sign to 'CLOSED EARLY FOR RENOVATIONS'.<br/><br/>And the words of the sign weren't far off. She had sparked something in him that he had not felt in a long, long time. In a way, she had inadvertently 'renovated' his heart.<br/><br/>He then began to load her items into his truck, the bed long enough to easily hold all the items, the fragile pieces that could fit were stashed into the cab up front. He made sure everything was clean and ready, and then he locked it, went back into the store and locked it, as well. Up to his apartment above the store he went, and once there he began to change clothes in preparation. He thought about shaving, but decided against it - the rugged stubble-look suited him, and he felt more confident that way. He took longer than he planned to, so was quite thankful for the extra time he saved by loading up the truck ahead of time.<br/><br/>Side door. Mitch. Simple enough. Then he would steal her away, and if he was lucky, her heart would soon follow.