<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br/>1st Floor Stairwell<br/>Heading towards the lobby</span></strong></div><br/>Dorian had taken a nice long shower and eaten his customary breakfast of cherry pop tarts and chocolate milk. He'd thrown in a nice bowl of cinnamon toast crunch as well. He hadn't slept well and the cereal always made him feel more refreshed after a rough night. He had returned to his turtle neck shirt and cargo plant, deciding to go with a red top and black trousers today. The deep red of the shirt clashed wonderfully with his flaming red hair and set his golden irises in amazing contrast as well. It was as though his head was on fire today. He rather enjoyed the effect as he strode out into the main lobby. He could have taken the elevator, but he liked getting his exercise and a long treck down nine flights of stairs seemed a good way to go about it. He stepped out from the door that concealed the stairs from the rest of the room and noticed several things almost immediately. The first was that Lulu was taking the first shift today. His thin lips broke into a small smile. He liked Lulu. Her spunk was very entertaining. He'd tried to get her to try modeling a couple times, but his lack of drive to speak had made his efforts see, at least to him, a little weak. Lulu would make a very good model in his mind. Not even necessarily for an erotic shoot. Just some silhouette shots for his portfolio to flesh it out some more. The second thing he noticed was that Jarvis was early. That made his smile turn into more of a smirk as he wondered how long the buyer had been waiting for him or Courtney to appear. His right hand came out of his pocket as he waved casually to the man. Dorian was mainly interested in the kind of art Jarvis wanted him to do. Dorian was happy to do it, having never done a shoot with one of those particular devices before. It was sure to be very interesting and he was already picturing a set of the photos in black and whites, the contrast turned up and the shadows done just right to get the best detail from the shots. His attention was only slightly drawn to Aline , but he should probably talk to her again at some point. After all, she was helping him out big time by giving him such cheap rent. She knew how he lived. He rarely made enough to afford most rents. He would make it up to her if Jarvis liked his work enough to pay the sum he'd offered before. It was much more than Dorian usually charged, but he wasn't going to look this gift horse in the mouth. Dorian needed the money this time. Not only to keep Ms. Myobi happy with him, but also to eat. There were a couple others in the room, but Dorian registered them and then dismissed them within a couple seconds of seeing them. They weren't his focus today. Today, he worked and made money. Then Matilda walked in. He'd seen her at the open house yesterday, but hadn't been comfortable enough to actually register who she was. He'd seen her before as well, but also was often too busy or anti social to speak to her. Now that he got a good look, he noticed something he hadn't before. She was very beautiful. Possibly one of the most beautiful women Dorian had ever seen. And that was, in fact, saying quite a lot. Dorian could feel himself getting tense just being in the same room. Funny how he'd never paid enough attention to her to notice the lush curve of her lips against the pale, flawlessness of her porcelain skin. Dorian wasn't one to blush, but if he had been, his face would likely be beet red by now. He mentally chastised himself for being so nervous. She was a pretty women. Nothing more. He dealt with her kind every day. Just not many as beautiful. Dorian was decided. He would get to know her better from now on. And so, as he walked slowly past the desk, he raised his strangely colored eyes to look straight into hers and smiled a full smile, a very unusual thing for him, right at her.<br/>"Morning Tilly. Lulu."<br/>That was also far more extravagant a greeting than he gave most people in almost any situation. What was it about her that caught his eye so? He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew he would. He always did.