<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Emilie_autumn3.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Speaking with Paul Raike</em></span></div><br/>...And there was one of the cuties she'd been thinking about, walking right up to her in his biking shorts.  He seemed to be a little on the hot and sweaty side, not that she minded too much.  After all, bicycle shorts meant a bicycle, and she wouldn't mind coming in to the sight of him in those shorts, if he was going to be biking in every morning.  When the man introduced himself, she looked through the various papers on her desk, searching for the appropriate verification.  Paul Raike, Paul Raike...  Ah, there it was!<br/><br/>"Ah, Mr. Raike."  There was just the barest hint of a southern twang to the girl's voice as she looked up from the papers detailing the man's general appearance and position within the studio, the only real suggestion to where she was originally from.  "Welcome to Waxing Rhapsodic Studios.  Nice to see I'm not the only one runnin' a little late this mornin'.  I'm Lulu Bennett, pleased to meet'cha."<br/><br/>Her eyes had followed his gesture, first the one that stopped halfway through leading to his pants, and then from there over to his bike.  The second of those lasted long enough for her to get a decent look, at the very least.  As far as methods of getting to work went, she could definitely say that it was an economical choice, a lot cheaper than driving or calling a cab, or even riding the morning bus...  It seemed he'd made the mistake of not setting out early enough, though.  But come to think of it, maybe she could get that to work in her favor...  Or at least keep the chewing-out she was going to get later in the day from lasting too long.  Surely Miss Myobi would see her working to take care of this guy, right?<br/><br/>"So, new photography assistant, huh?"  Lulu made a little small talk as she fished around behind the desk, looking for the set of keys to the rooms upstairs.  Things seemed to have been reorganized a bit, probably the new girl's doing...  Well, or that little green-haired tornado had been back behind the desk for a few seconds.  "Can't say I get to see that side of the studio much, working' out here in the Gallery.  Anyway, studio assistants get their own rooms up on the second floor.  This one's the key to yours, I think, and if you want to take a shower now, the elevator's right in the back.  Second door on the right, soon as you step out into the hall."<br/><br/>And, whenever he eventually headed off to get that shower, she would wave and add in...<br/><br/>"Good luck on your first day, Paul!  Try not to take too long gettin' ready, though.  The boss doesn't like it when people waste time."