<div class="floatright">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/tul24.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Anna<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><br/>Sid's grip was firm without being vice-like.  Anna didn't miss Sid's wandering eyes, but she didn't mind either.  If she had she would've picked a cover that actually hid the swimsuit underneath.  Still, he had the common sense to not let his gaze linger too long and looked her in the face when he spoke to her.  Kudos to his mom for raising a conscientious young man.<br/><br/><strong>"Finance major, huh?  Are you planning on being a stockbroker or banker or something after you graduate?"</strong><br/><br/>Anna really didn't know what a finance major did after graduation, but those two professions seemed like good guesses.  She wondered briefly if finances was a business or math major before she decided it was likely business.<br/><br/>She waited for his response before asking another question in hopes of keeping the conversation flowing.<strong>"How does a finance major find himself applying for <em>this</em> scholarship?  Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to discriminate by majors, I just kind of thought that there would be more English and Mass Communication majors than Historical Economics and Imaginary Math majors,"</strong>she laughed lightly,<strong>"not really sure where finance falls in that but the people I've met so far are a lot smarter than I thought they would be."</strong><br/>