<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/BayviewVicki.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Victoria “Vicky” Tucker<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Carter Sagle<br/><strong>When:</strong>June 13, late night<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Sitting in a comfy chair<br/><strong>Warning: </strong>None<br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Vicky just kept trying to focus on the fact that everything would be fine, but she was nervous. She was far more anxious than she had been with her first stranger. She lived with Carter all year long and couldn’t imagine living in this house alone if things went south between them. A lot of the Bed and Breakfast concept depended on him. Without him, she would be too busy to participate, but there was more to it than that. She had grown accustomed to his presence and did not want it to change. Everything will be fine. Deep breath. Everything will be fine. Another deep breath.<br/><br/>When the click of the lock filled the otherwise silent room, Vicky’s breath caught in her throat. She kept her eyes trained on the door, ready to see him come through. Had there been a hint of surprise? She wanted to believe that it was a yes, that he had not noticed that it was his profile which matched with the second key for room #1, but everything told her otherwise. He had to have known, there was no way it would have escaped his attention. Vicky was always in room #1, it was her room. While it had an empty dresser for the guest to put their stuff in, everything else was hers, and this was where she enjoyed sleeping during the week.<br/><br/>“For a surprise, it’s a surprise.” Vicky agreed and she tried to say it with a smile, but struggled. She couldn’t accuse him of knowing and not telling her, she realized suddenly. She had asked Carter to fill the envelopes so she wouldn’t know who she was paired with and she had never requested not to be paired with him. With that sudden realization, Vicky chuckled softly and shook her head. “Do you really want to go through with this?” She asked him and stood up gracefully. She walked barefoot to her dresser where she left the card, the envelope and his profile. Did she want to go through with it? Why not? Because he was Roman’s best friend? As harsh as it sounded, Roman was dead and it wasn’t like she had been sleeping with Carter before the accident.<br/><br/>“I would not take it personal if you decided not to.” Vicky added in an attempt to make it easier for him to back away from her. She wouldn’t force him to be with her if it made him feel bad or if he did not want of her. After all, if she didn’t really see him as a sexually available man before, he could have had similar thoughts about her. She leaned her hip against the dresser and then betrayed how nervous she felt by fidgeting. She crossed her arms over her chest and then realized how defensive and closed off that could come across as, move her hands to her hips and again realized that she was sending the wrong signal. She was just nervous and apprehensive; not at all angry with him. She had to admit, their profile <em>did</em> match…<br/></div>