<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>something fragile is blooming<br/><br/><br/>His grin sent butterflies through Libby's tummy, a small blush out her cheeks as she took the offered plate her fingers brushing up against his for seconds.<strong>"I'm so very glad you are okay Libby." </strong>he said as she bit into the succulent sandwich, it was of course just what she needed, how she liked it. Just like..him.A deeper blush lifting her previously pale face and making her look much healthier since her scare under the water.<br/><br/>"Why?!" She asked in between bites. "You must have worked out I'm...I'm not..I've been" she sighed she should tell him, tell him about her power, her back ground, everything. Her teeth came out and bit into her bottom lip worrying it back and forward. She should start at the beginning and if he was still listening at the end, maybe they could, could what? Become a couple? Fall in love? Get married?! Her eyes glanced up from the sandwich to glance at Troy. Yep! Most defiantly the kind who would want to do things officially. A sudden though popped into her mind.<br/><br/>"Troy..the phone call?!" She gulped suddenly incredibly nervous, what if that conversation hadn't been about her at all?! Was she completely jumping the gun.  All the soft delicate thoughts fled as she turn her full stare upon the shifter, she had to know, right now. Once he answered that, Libby would tell him, anything he wanted to know