<div align="center"><em>Cliff Harris with Lottie Anderson in the cafeteria, how about a date tonight? </em></div><hr/><br/><br/>He would be lying if he did not imagine Lottie laid out by the pool, the sun on her body and her skin glistening from the baby oil or maybe some sun tan lotion. A smile spread across his lips at the image before he came back to reality and after swallowing a part of his sandwich.<br/><strong>"You know...I would end up on my face the entire time if I went roller skating...which seems silly since there are eight wheels on roller skates and only two on a bike and I am rather good at that." </strong><br/>Cliff mindlessly commented his observation before turning his attention back to her.<br/><br/><strong>"I need help finding it, I keep hearing the music scene is good there but if you think you can get me in how about we go and try to find it then?" </strong><br/>He asked before thinking about what he was saying.<br/><strong>"A date I mean." </strong><br/>Cliff added, clearing any doubt that he wanted to go out as "just friends" or with a coworker.<br/><strong>"It is only lunch time and I feel if I don't blow some stress at the end of the day I am actually going to end up killing someone for real with a spork." </strong><br/>He joked as he talked about his stress and jitters of the days even if he had not shown it during the day itself.