<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db339c8c0d3264847798017c7df6c97b/tumblr_ohz7neTLu81s4rkjho1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Andromeda “Andi” Lawson</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090555#msg13090555)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Early morning – Sometime in the Morning - Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans and a long t-shirt<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Saying Hello<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Ceci, Jake<br/><br/><hr/><br/>After her rather interesting and fun morning, Andi didn't know what to do with herself.<br/><br/>As quietly as she had left, she had slipped back inside the house after finding the house, and gotten herself comfortable.  A good shower in the guest bathroom, a decent scrub that removed the sweat of her run and traveling the night before, and a quick change into a pair of jeans and one of her shirts had left her with a question of What Now.<br/><br/>She made the bed that she had slept in, taking care to do it just right and present it as if she had not slept in it.  She made sure her bag of clothes and belongings were put out of the way, stashed in a closet with her dirty clothes not far away from it.<br/><br/>For a while she sat in the arm chair by the window, just looking out at the neighborhood, waiting and waiting for Cecilia to wake up and greet her.  She wasn't sure what to do with herself, in a place that was far nicer than any sort of place she had ever lived in, surrounded by such affluent tastes.<br/><br/>When Ceci came in, Andi greeted her friend with a smile, pushing herself up to her feet.  “I'm an east coast girl.” She said.  “I'm really fucked up with the time difference and shit.”<br/><br/>She followed Ceci down the stairs, trying to keep her eyes away from the ass in the shorts that were appealing to say the least in her mind.  Her mind turned to the thought of breakfast, of getting a good meal in her after her run, only to turn the corner with Ceci to find someone who was definitely not Ceci's mother in the kitchen.<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://pixel.nymag.com/imgs/daily/vulture/2017/02/02/magazine/02-aaron-taylor-johnson-feature-lede.w512.h600.2x.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Jake Mitchum</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>June 3rd - Sometime in the Morning - Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Powder Blue Undies<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ceci, Andi, Delilah<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Breakfast<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jake was scrambling up some eggs on the range, adding a dash of cheese he felt was a little bit deserved after the good and enjoyable night.  The sound of footsteps on the stairs made him think that Delilah was coming down the stairs.<br/><br/>Definitely not two other, younger women.<br/><br/>When the one spoke, there was no denying who she was.  Even without the similar looks, that tone, that voice, was undeniably similar to her mother.<br/><br/>“I... honestly didn't think there was anyone here...  Other than your mother...” Jake said, wiping his hands upon a paper towel, feeling a bit embarrassed as he held out a hand.  “I'm Jake.  I'm staying here for a little bit.  Your mom's cool with it.”