<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/KenzaBailian1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kenza<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Commons Couch<br/><strong>Aimed at:</strong>Marcos<br/><br/>Kenza raised her eyes from the plate when one of the earlier gentlemen arrived, the loud one with a cute accent and found herself suppressing an urge to ask him where his other friend was.<strong>“Hi, I’m Kenza.”</strong>She smiled at him.<strong>“International Relations major.”</strong><br/><br/>She gestured at the beer and pizza.<strong>“Swimming helps you work up an appetite does it not?</strong>Her voice hinted of humor and playfulness.<strong>“But then again, between the book and all the new people I may have mistaken you for somebody totally different. I apologize.”</strong>She crossed a hand over her chest, unable to help some of the cultural insinuations from the motherland.