<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Vivianna Lawson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131094.msg5824390#msg5824390)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Mark's Front Porch<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, afternoon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mark<br/><br/>(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/V63.jpg)</div><br/>Vivi stood there, waiting anxiously for someone to answer the door. Alright, chin up, back straight, confidence in your look whether you feel it or not, she coached herself. She glanced back at her car and debated bolting for the hundredth time since she'd rang the bell. After a few moments, she heard footsteps. Her nerves beat with every footfall.<br/><br/>When he opened the door,Vivianna got her first glimpse of the mysterious internet man. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open slightly. He was beyond handsome! What was she doing here? A man like this would never go for a clumsy inexperienced girl like herself! She realized her mouth was open and that she hadn't made any sort of reaction to his invitation to enter. She felt a slow rose creep up her cheeks and she looked down at her feet, reverting to the young child like behavior she'd become so accustomed to back home. She stepped inside the door and shuffled her feet nervously, finding it hard to look this man in the eyes. What was it about his demeanor that made her so tongue tied? His mere presence exuded dominance and masculinity. She was caught between wanting to run to his arms and bolting from the house.<br/><br/>"H-hello," she mentally kicked herself. Stammering on the very first word! She looked around, avoiding eye contact. "You have a very beautiful house," she offered, wondering why she suddenly seemed to not be able to get enough oxygen. Buck the fuck up, Vivi! Breathe, you idiot! She managed to calm down enough to breathe but her hands were still shaking slightly. What was it about this man that had made her so out of control?