<div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTaFGVuWSFe-dXEMiLE5oyGzOM0AX68wItcZEG1b62CFOnFIm4hog)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Annabelle<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>8:00am 20th October 2017<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>cafeteria<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>open, Hermes<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>obviously flirting<br/><br/>Why did everyone naturally presume she wouldn't want to go to the ball? Yes she was a bit more "homey" then the other girls. It was true she was also far more interested in the sea and one day being captain of her own ship. However she had a secret crush on Hermes since the moment they had met. Perhaps Annabelle had kept it too secret? Everyone seemed rather surprised in her interest in going to the dance. It gave her ample opportunity to be alone with her crush so why on earth wouldn't she go.<br/><br/>She smiled across at Hermes, she had picked up a rather girly magazine a few days before mostly because on the front page had been page 3 top ten tips on how to get a boyfriend or some such title. Step one had been get him to invite you out. Well she could put a tick next to that box. Step two was....Annabelle thought for a moment. She was sure it was something like pretend not to want to go or say no but really mean yes?! A frown appeared over Annabelle's features. She wasn't very good at subtle, she mentally dismissed the article and simply responded with her honest answer of "What took you so long? I'd love to go with you"<br/><br/>