<div class="floatleft">(http://static.celebuzz.com/uploads/2010/07/23/msg-127989047749-3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dayanara Cifuentes<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee | Bartender<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 3rd | 11:45 am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Poolside<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Hot pink string bikini<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Stephen Landry<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Chillin' like a villain<hr/><br/>Working in a classroom filled with small children had taught her many things; one of which being to never trust silence.  One eye opened, and through thick lashes Dayanara eyed the only other person on the pool deck.  He’d tossed a towel down on a table nearest him and immediately began stretching.  Dayanara’s brow arched, but she didn’t move her head - instead opting to remain still.<br/><br/>… What, was he getting ready to run laps around the pool?  Or was he one of those guys who swam a mile a day just for fun?<br/><br/>When he’d dropped to the ground and started doing push-ups, Dayanara failed to control her reaction.  Brows furrowing, she sat up slightly and supported her upper body with her elbows, shoulders back.  The muscles in her abdomen flexed slightly and became taut in response.  She stared shamelessly, mildly confused and immensely intrigued - not to mention, annoyed beyond belief.<br/><br/>Was he doing this for… attention?  Was this guy serious?  Men would do anything.<br/><br/>It was situations such as these where her temper worked against her.  This man wasn’t bothering anyone, yet the audacity she perceived in him was already irritating her.  Dayanara couldn’t seem to tear her gaze from his body - which made her blood boil, and not in a good way.  This was exactly what he wanted.  He wanted her to look.  To stare.  He wanted to catch her staring and use that as an opening to strut over and talk to her like some Casanova.<br/><br/>No.  Nope.  Negative.  Wouldn't work on her.  Dayanara wouldn’t let it.  She abruptly shifted her elbows, letting her shoulders fall back against the cushion of the lounge chair and tilted her chin up, once again closing her eyes and making an attempt to relax.