<div class="floatright">(https://drscdn.500px.org/photo/233996993/m%3D900/v2?user_id=15258111&amp;webp=true&amp;sig=b90ebac02e9dda10b2f9bec799e0a04e2130f8be0e462e8165ad848d1cc01eb2)<br/><div align="center"><strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Mateo Lucas</span></span></em></strong></div></div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">However slow time was while he waited, it stopped the moment his guests came into view. Or probably time ceased to exist. It didn't matter. His eyes escaped his idle gaze to watch as the two approached the table. His mouth gaped for a moment, before he collected himself and stood up before them. Awe and fascination written all over his visage, just as his voice was laced with unbridled thrill as he welcomed them, "Miss Lepage, Miss Warren ... You look incredible." Mateo was known among his staff to shoot off compliments when he's overtaken with surprise or extreme fascination. What he'd seen waltz into his little corner at the forest was something far more breathtaking and fascinating.<br/><br/>The moment perhaps lingered long enough for the Maitre'd to reach for one chair to help the ladies into their seats, but Mateo put up his hand, "Allow me." He circled around the table, his eyes locked on them both. From their beautiful crowns of their hairs, to their toes, Drinking in the profile view, and even their rears. Helping each of them one at a time, in calm motions and firm holds on the chairs that betrayed the wild thrum of his heart.<br/><br/>When the ladies were finally seated, he went for his chair, sitting there, and barely aware the waitress already approached them. Everything phased out now that they were here. "I'm really glad you made it ..." He inhaled, and then picked up the presence of the waitress nearby, turning his attention to her for one moment to tell her the quickest words so he could get back to his guests, "The usual." She would deliver their finest wine. It was imposing to order for them, but they could interject. He simply wanted to engage them already. Not that he didn't want to examine the dresses they wore more personally, but those were just the thoughts of a man completely enamored by two sexy ladies.<br/><br/>Leaning back in his chair, one arm resting on the arm rest while the other reach up to run his thumb and index against his beard. "I hope you don't mind the place. There's less papi's here and its more ... immersive considering our possible project ..." He didn't hide his grin at the pun he unintentionally said. But its true, someone of his stature was hounded by the worst group of paparazzi ... The gaming kind.</div>