<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/CarolineMilano.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Caroline Milano (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10482572#msg10482572),<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Simon Manchester<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The walkway before the  rooms’ door on the first floor<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday August 2nd, early evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tight light blue jeans short and a white tank top, no bra.<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">The straps having kept all of the bigger pieces of clothing secure into the luggage, Caroline let it go slowly flat to the ground so that she could return her lacy underwear and the three bikinis that she had bough especially for the occasion to it.  After, all she’d have to do is carry the thing flat into her room, which was only a door or two away from what she could see. It would be awkward, because the container was big for her petite frame, but it was no different than lugging a stack of rat’s cage from one lab to the other.<br/><br/>She heard a voice and by the sound of it, he wasn’t too far from her. She wished for a moment that she could have been alone to gather her things, or at least that it had been a woman, not a man. She figured that if he was staying as long as she on the island, he would be seeing some of these sooner or later. Still, there was a blush to her cheeks as she hurried to gather the lace that had gone to the ground. She had gathered some of her things when he offered to help. Caroline wanted to say no thanks, but she noted that he was not gathering any of the clothing.<br/><br/>“Thank you.” She said, her voice soft and warm. There was a small edge to her word that indicated that English might not be her first language and a bent to her sound that made her English not American either. “I’m Caroline.” She said, pronouncing her name the French way. She stuffed the underwear between two piles of strapped clothes, hoping that it would hold there for the few meters that she had to walk before she got to her room.<br/><br/>“Quoting Shakespeare?” She asked with an eyebrow raised but a smile on her lips. She knew that particular sentence only because it was on a poster that she had seen somewhere and had done research on it later that day. Otherwise, she would have been utterly clueless. Now if he had quoted Romeo and Juliette, or a Midsummer Night’s Dream… She pushed her last handful into the broken luggage and she turned to him and took his hand into hers. Her hand was small, soft, slightly cool but her hold was not soft and without tone, she held his firmly into hers. <br/><br/>“Thank for the help. It is nice to meet you.” She had no clue who he was. For all she knew, he could spend his day behind a computer… though with a body like his, he had to go to the gym regularly. She glanced down and felt her cheeks flush and tingle. Had he noticed the vibrator when he put things back into her bag? Wait, had it remained into her bag at all? Shit. Caroline disciplined herself to take the bag from him as if nothing was out of the ordinary and took the time to close the zipper this time.<br/><br/>“I’m at number seven. I should be able to get there without losing another piece of clothing.” She said, taking the time to double check that she was leaving nothing behind. It also had the good side of giving her an excuse not to look into his eyes.</div>