(http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&g2_itemId=59767)<div class="floatright">(http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktahf08TT71qaopmto1_400.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix<br/><strong>Dressed in:</strong>See Photo to right, minus hat<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Lost in time<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth<br/><br/>As the night went on he wore his charasmatic smile like a badge of honor, losening up he felt at ease near her and she could subtly tell this.  As the fake detective asked questions and what not he had his arm about the back of her chair and they seemed to have scooted closer if that was even possible.  He laughed at the shotgun comment<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em><strong>"you've never heard thecomment, guns dont kill people, fathers with daughters do?"</strong></em></span>he joked as he reached over and brushed a loose strand of hair from her face.  As she lent in to his his cheek he sat in shock for a few minuets as his hand traced the spot, however he was drew back to reality as she tugged him into the paper.<br/><br/>Holding her hand felt right, and held it firmly yet not to much to crush her hand.  He swung their arms softly as they walked towards the icecream shoppe.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><strong><em>"So enough about how awsome I am...."</em></strong></span>he joked to her<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em><strong>"whats your story? where does Ms. Elizabeth Goetz see herself in 5 years?"</strong></em></span>he lead her up to the front of the icecream store and stared at the board.  When their turn was up he order<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em><strong>"Pistachio Nut...best kind of icecream around, dont let anyone else fool you"</strong></em></span>he smirked with a green icecream mustache before wipping it away.