<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beef Bowl Shop.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>First Day, Night<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Natsuki, Open.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Boots, Blue Jeans, Vintage Indian Motocycle (No, Motocycle is not misspelled) T-shirt, Aviator Goggles, Hat, Welding gloves.<br/><strong>Note:</strong>Looking for dinner, meeting a potential friend...possibly.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Biscuit's hand recoiled back as if it had been shocked when the young girl jumped at his touch. Biscuit thought that for a moment he had hurt her in some way or shape. He really hoped he hadn't. Entering, Biscuit had noticed the atmosphere, but equated it to him being not only a new Face, but a Foreigner as well. There was several establishments back home like that. Usually cool, and distant with new faces until you show yourself to be the good sort, and a possible future regular. Yes there was Southern Hospitality, but you only let your guard down only so much around new people. "Sorry, so Sorry." He stammered quickly as the girl tried to get her racing heart to calm down.<br/><br/>The young girl looked at the empty seat, and then back to Biscuit before telling him that yes he could sit there. Even taking a deep calming breath, and releasing it to repeat herself just in case he didn't understand her the first time. Ben would give the girl a warm, hopefully disarming smile as he eased himself down upon the seat right next to her. He tried to make sure he wasn't crowding her, but the place was a bit on the cramped side. "Thank you." Ben say to the girl, keeping that smile upon his lips.<br/><br/>One of the cooks would approach, wiping his hands upon his apron as he gave Biscuit an appraising stare, and a glance to the girl next to him. Though the look he gave her wasn't all that welcoming as he could tell. "Um...Large Coke, and an Extra Large Teriyaki Beef Bowl!" Biscuit requested hungrily. Teriyaki was one of Biscuit's favorite flavors. He used to be able to go through an entire bag of Teriyaki Beef Jerky in a single sitting when he was outside working on his bike. The man looked back at Biscuit, and smiled. It would appear that this young man had an appetite, and there was nothing more satisfying to a cook than serving a customer that was hungry.<br/><br/>The cook would turn back to his craft leaving Biscuit alone with the Young girl whom had been sizing him up during his exchange with the chef. When she spoke up to him, Biscuit turned his attention back to her as she pulled on her jacket lapel. Causing him to glance down at her chest to see what she was indicating. Though Biscuit had to blink as he did notice how well endowed this girl was. Biscuit would look back up, his eyes finding hers again when she asked if he was a student at Denai Academy. He would nodded in reply. "Yes, I'm a Student. Name is Ben." He replied as he offered his hand to her to shake. It would be actually clean this time since he took a shower before leaving the dorms. "Call me Biscuit." He added, his tone friendly.<br/><br/>