<div class="floatright">(http://www.short-haircut.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/Jessica-Alba-Bob-Cut.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Libitina Gomez<br/><strong>Time/Date</strong>October 30th- midday<br/><strong>Location</strong>Room 202<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Troy<br/><strong> Misc Information </strong><br/><br/>It was the smell of food that first snuck in to Libby's self conscious. Then the warmth that the brunette had now come to associate with Troy spread through her hand. Her eyelids flickers and the thought that perhaps the warmth was a shifter thing crossed her mind as she opened her eyes. Her free hand reached up and scrubbed at her eyes for a moment, before her tummy announced that food was waiting.<br/><br/>A loud grumble came from her and Libby laughed. "Something smells good" she offered. Raising herself up to sitting position she clasped Troy's hands between hers for a second. No words passed her lips, she simply looked. Really looked at him this guy who had so far understood her on a level that she had never experienced before. She didn't know what he meant to her just yet but something fragile was blossoming between them. So delicate that if it was even looked at from the wrong angle it might break. "Is that steak I smell?" She asked trying to make herself comfortable in the bed.