<strong>MR. Bad at the Beach</strong><br/><br/>From a distance Mr. Bad saw her moving. At first he thought she would come only so far and then turn away. That's what she should have done but it wasn't her lucky day. It was his. He focused on the document protector and ignored her approach although he could feel her moving towards him.<br/><br/>He gave her a glance at her hello. Looking around as thought he thought she was talking to someone else who might have come towards them unnoticed.  His eyes shone bright with pleasant surprised as he turned back to her and smiled.<br/><br/>His voice the pitch and timber of a deep cavern. The bass sounds vibrated from his chest. His expression one of surprise and appreciation.<br/><br/>"Perhaps I can," He said and inclined his head in a slight bow. His  right hand to his forehead, his lips and then his heart in one fluid motion.  "I am  Qasim ibn Hammud, and you are the lovely ....."<br/><br/>(OOC- bold page title to know where I am. It's a big beach )<br/>