<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/AdrianaValkov.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adriana Valkov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11787860#msg11787860)<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Ranch Veterinarian<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Lunch->Dinner, August 31st<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Randall<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Flirting, talking with Randall<br/><br/>Adriana flushed and brought her hands to her cheeks when Randall called her out on watching him in the stable. He'd noticed her watching? Oh dear... "Well, if you didn't want people watching, you shouldn't have been working shirtless all the time," she replied somewhat hastily, though a smile spread across her face. Oh, well, he was fun to look at, and probably knew it too. She listened carefully as he explained the story behind two of the main attractions of his full-body canvas, then without thinking as he finished speaking, reached her hand out to brush over his goddess-inked abdomen.<br/><br/>"Oh! I'm sorry!" she gasped, and went right back to being beet red, her hands covering her flaming cheeks. "Wow, I don't know what's gotten in to me today. Maybe you shouldn't tell me any more stories for right now, it's making me get all touchy feely." Clearly, Randall wasn't the only one feeling like he was stuck in an awkward first-date situation. But really, like him, it had been a while for Adriana, since she had sat down and talked with a man without having an agenda. She generally avoided men for actual relationships these days. Virgil was a special case, of course. She played with the studs, but that was all it was, play. Being in this setting, one that would certainly be termed as romantic by the majority of people, had her feeling rather differently than she had in a long time.<br/><br/>There was no way anything long term could really happen between them, really. That was just too much drama and baggage to even think about it. But maybe,<em>maybe</em>, Adriana told herself, she could open up enough to let someone else become a friend again. Even a guy. Even<em>this</em>guy, kind enough to let her drag him out here with rather little warning or past interaction. She accepted the offered beverage absentmindedly, and shook her head. "No, no ink on me. Nothing against it, you know, but, I figure if I'm going to get something permanent, it better mean something. Lately there hasn't been enough permanent in my life to even consider getting it inked in to my skin."