<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Roman</span></div><div align="center">(http://i1086.photobucket.com/albums/j447/octopusdreams/Roman/sportycallum1-1.jpg)</div><br/>Roman gave a grin, "Yeah but it's a dead language, you know," he told her. He glanced up at her, "Sorry," he apologized, "Some times I can't help myself," he said, "Though I'm not apologizing for calling you beautiful," he gave her a devious grin. It was cute when she fidgeted with her glasses, a blush rising on her cheeks. "I figured that," he laughed, when she told him they weren't the original, "That's a good idea," he said to her.<br/><br/>He shrugged, "Whichever one you would like..." he then gave a nod, "Oh yeah, dinner... I don't know if I should come," he sheepishly said, "I don't do too well around others," he admitted, "Especially higher class people." His eyes ran over her when she stood up, taking in her figure. He had a thing for girls in school girl uniforms and she was like some thing out of a wet dream.