<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>Front Lobby</strong> - <em>Speaking with Lulu</em></div><br/>Paul tried to unobtrusively study Aline as she spoke with the couple. In his mind's eye he could imagine the lighting he'd use, creating slashes of stark shadow across her skin dark enough to compete with a similar effect from the lines of straight hair as it cut down along the curve of her... He blinked, and realized Aline was barely suppressing a scowl in his general direction.<em>Busted,</em>he thought, before tracing the line of her vision just past him, towards the crimson haired woman that evidently had just danced her way into the gallery. Paul couldn't help but grin slightly as she tried to slip surreptitiously behind the receptionist desk; suddenly, he felt much better about his own graceless entrance.<br/><br/>He glanced back at Aline one last time to nod his thanks, before turning and moving over to the desk. Somehow, the redhead seemed less intimidating than the gallery's owner, and in the back of his mind he sighed in relief, thankful for the possibility of changing into something more professional looking before interacting with his boss on his first day of work. "Hey," he said, trying to cover his grin of amusement with a more serious expression, "I'm Paul Raike." He paused for a moment, to see if the name registered; he wasn't surprised at all at the blank look he got in response. "I'm a graduate student at the college, and I interviewed with Miss Myobi as a photographer's assistant, and late last week she let me know I should show up today..." A bead of sweat tickled its way down his spine, and he realized he'd been rambling pointlessly. "Is there someplace I can shower and change?" He started to gesture towards his biking shorts, then thought the better of it, and instead gestured towards the front door, where his bike had been locked to the rack. "I rode in this morning, so..." He let the sentence drop, sincerely hoping he didn't have to spell out that he was sweaty and stank and wasn't feeling like a professional photographer's assistant in the least. Instead, he simply smiled, and waited for her to point him the right direction.