<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/DanielJefferson.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel Jackson<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Black Flag<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Student/Junior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lance, Karter, & Yvette<br/><hr/><br/>A slight blush turns Nathaniel’s cheeks pink at Karter’s complement of the tiny guitar but he does not lower his to the table as he would if she were not somebody he already knew and considered a friend. He smiles at her and feels a moment of pride as she attaches the charm to her backpack, which she will have it with everyday instead only on rare occasions. ”It was nothing, I’m just glad you like it.” To Lance’s thumbs up he simply smiles and nods as he take bite of his pizza without trying to stuff half of it into his mouth.<br/><br/>Swallowing quickly when Karter says she will be right back and gets up from the table Nathaniel calls after her in a teasing fashion. ”Sure, I no sooner get here and you run off, I showered this morning. Don’t be surprised if your tray is empty when you get back.” He is actually eyeing her tots as he pops one of his own in his mouth. Even as Lance is making his comment about Nathan’s skills with the ladies getting smooth about half of the tots remaining on Nathan’s plate float over to settle on Karter’s plate and her dwindling pile. He knows that she is returning without turning because he can feel her approach and can tell she is not alone but responds to Lance’s comment anyway, with an eye roll, even as he is trying to cover up his chuckle. ”Pssht, friends don’t count.”<br/><br/>As if to prove the point when Nathaniel’s eyes land on Yvette he almost chokes even though he currently does not have any food in his mouth. His face goes beet red and his eyes drop back down to stare at his plate. ”Na…Nathan…Nathaniel. Um yeah what he said. Oh and hi.” He takes another bite of pizza without bringing his eyes back up.