<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl20/23456gfd.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Natalie Strachan<br/><strong>Title:</strong> The Hacker<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluffs<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Ryan Mercer</span></span><hr/>Natalie did her best to hide the relief of Ryan coming to see her and not be immediately turned off by her general terribleness. She kind of figured he was being kind about the way she greet him, but she wasn't going to turn away a freebie. He looked her over quite blatantly, nearly making the young blonde cave into herself in embarrassment. If she wasn't going to do it just yet, the comment on her black outfit would have pushed her over for sure.<br/><br/>Groaning, Natalie didn't bother looking at Ryan when he gave her a compliment. She just kind of figured it for a typical boy thing to say to a girl and didn't put much weight on it, but still, he was trying. "<strong>Uh, yeah. It just kind of happened that way. Not too much you can do with your outfit when you're riding a bike around.</strong>"  <br/><br/>Now making a conscious effort not to seem cold, the blonde turned her head to Ryan, taking notice of his own attire. Casual was the first word that popped into her head. Thinking to the other drivers, most liked to show themselves off or fall into a certain niche with their clothing. It was funny, now that she thought about it. You either had the guys that clearly took care of themselves or the ones that were just tough and thugged out as if racing was secondary to taking names. The crew was somewhere in between, a mix of eclectic taste and desperate screams of individuality. Absolutely nothing was wrong with that.<br/><br/>Nat came back to the real world when she caught on to the fact that she was practically staring at Ryan's chest, though sidelong. She shook herself and blinked twice to refocus, then blurted out something stupid just to shift the awkwardness from one thing to another. "<strong>New York, huh? Guess you can't wait for the hockey season to start this year.</strong>"<br/><br/>If only she knew how stupid that would be come October.</div>