<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Under a tree in the front lawn<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 10th, Noon-ish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sunspot, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Drawing, then Oh!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tank (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/39/c4/69/39c4697e5b0b9070f0943ed66a50fc9e.jpg), gloves (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/5588640/il_570xN.309568349.jpg), blue skinny jeans, and a pair of dirty converse sneakers<br/><hr/><br/>Tessa sat up a little straighter and her freckled cheeks almost immediately became a rosy color as Roberto knelt down in front of her. His body was amazing, to say the least, and his shorts hung dangerously low on his hips. She did everything she could to not stare now that he was right in front of her. From afar, she was able to stare all she wanted while she hid behind her sketchpad, but here, with him looking directly at her, she tried to be as polite as possible, looking him in the eyes so her own blue-gray eyes wouldn't wander. She hugged her sketchpad to her chest, hiding the fact that she had no bra on as well as what she was drawing. She tended to be a bit secretive with some of her more personal drawings. This one was probably a bit embarrassing, having been sketching the soccer game that had been going on before her. She made sure to put great detail into some of the less-clothed players.<br/><br/><strong>"What? No, yeah, I'm fine. No harm done,"</strong>she replied before biting the inside of her cheek. It was a nervous habit she had when she didn't know what to do or say.<strong>"My... My name isn't Gata. I didn't realize you were calling me," </strong>she admitted, having no idea that it wasn't actually a name.<strong> "I, um... I'm... Hourglass."</strong>She seemed a bit hesitant when saying her name, as if she was questioning which name to use. She was hoping to finally start getting used to her chosen name and slowly let her old name fade away with her old life.<br/><br/>Her eyes moved away from his as she looked over his shoulder, seeing the goalie as he jumped up to hang from the metal pipe that lined the goal. The movement had distracted her, but also gave her something to say that might make him return to the game.<strong>"You should probably get back to your game. I think Belcher might be getting restless."</strong>