<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angelo 'Angel' Santos<br/><strong>Location:</strong>P3 - Bar<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Jinni, <br/></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.nowhavefun.com/celebritypictures/d/54356-1/28+Eduardo+Verastegui+picture.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">He felt a faint twinge of something. It made him furrow his brow slightly and look over his shoulder, toward the wall that seperated him from the alleyway. Of course, seeing nothing but a wall he simply shrugged. Any further thought on the matter was dispelled when Jinni half-choked and he snapped his eyes back to her with concern. he placed one of those large strong hands on her back and rubbed lightly. "Are you ok? " <br/><br/>Where his hand touched her shoulder if she hadn't already noted it before when he took her hand to the dancefloor, she might notice now that the skin of his hand was a bit rough in texture. Those were the hands of a man who did a great deal of physical work. Tough hands. But he had a gentle touch, at least for her. Once she spoke again and he saw she was okay he took his hand away and smiled. Only to put his hand back in hers when she invited him to the floor again "Well far be it from me to break the rules. What kind of teacher would that make me? "<br/><br/></div>