<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8e/Linaposada.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Marisa Milano (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10395798#msg10395798), Site manager<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open,  Jessica, Alexander<br/><strong>Where:</strong>At the bar<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday August 2nd, early evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>this outfit (http://www.fatalwoman.com/images/thumbnails/305/531/detailed/7/clubwear_90048-A.jpg) with black heels<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Marisa’s hand almost went to the glass of Sangria when he threatened to make it topple, but when she saw that he had this in hand, that the glass was secured, her second hand just came to rest on the table, onto her half-filled glass. “It’s okay, nice to meet you, Alex.” She stated simply and there was no uneasiness, no mockery in her tone, just genuine politeness and friendliness. Her hold onto his hand was firm but not hard. She was used to shake hands a lot, especially in a meeting like tonight where she introduced herself to the guests around to get to know them. He seemed nice, perhaps a bit socially awkward. That was her impression, which he confirmed when he spoke again.<br/><br/>“Ask you to leave? Of course not. You belong here just as much as everyone else, Alex.” Marisa said and she tilted her head. “Why do you think you don’t belong? Because social events such as these aren’t your strong suit? I could try to help you mingle if you need it. All I want is for you to enjoy your vacation here, Alex. Tell me what you need, what you want, and I’ll see that you  find it. Maybe not here, tonight, but during your stay…” Marisa offered. She crossed her legs under the table and lean forward slightly. After letting of his hand, Marisa had simple let her hand go to the table, almost halfway between them.<br/><br/>There would be no disdain where he looked for it. A genuine offer for help would be all that he’d find. Marisa was dedicated to have this island work, to have each and every customer that came left having the feeling that this wasn’t wasted time. He was a client, to her, someone who had to find what they came looking for on Bekamor, but she liked to think of herself as a friendly figure with advices and who wasn’t beyond being hands on. She had to admit that he was kind of cute, and not the usual kind of guy she was attracted to for sure, but not making her run in the other direction either.<br/></div>