<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/15/a0/1c/15a01c032a26dfede9936122d48e16f5.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 27th 2017<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Library<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Levi<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong><br/><br/>If only lions could purr. Because surely that would be what Troy was doing as he watched the still unnamed flower walk away him in those killer heels.<em>Sweet indeed.</em>Perhaps he should have called her siren instead of kitten. That would explain the mesmerizing draw he felt towards her, even as she crushed his ego, rebuked his help, and refused to answer his small question. He stood there for a second, hands hooked into the pockets of his jeans as he shook his head in a mix of awe and disbelief.<br/><br/>As Troy walked to the next aisle over to retrieve his family books he wondered what had come over him to be so forward, and then to be so smitten even after she made it quite clear that she thought little of him beyond to look at. Not that he wouldn't take a casual thing if she offered. But that rose certainly had thorns and he wasn't sure it would be worth the pain left behind. So why did her smell linger on his shirt though they had barely, briefly touched? Was it fate - something inside him that said she was important to his very existence and future? Or karma - wanting her to be the next catalyst to kick his ass?<br/><br/>He glanced through the ledgers and then headed back to his dorm to put them away in a safe place. A slip of paper fell to the floor, unseen. It was a bid slip marked with the his name, the web site of an online action house, a date, and a list of arcane text and artifacts. Some of which were sold in lots specifically from West Africa and South America. The starting bid price had been fairly staggering. The date was a week away - was he about to be rich or the proud owner of some macabre and very interesting antiques?