<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/dsETKzc.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chas Fortier<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Animal Control<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning, 1st Day A.E.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Granny's Diner - Counter --->  Belle's Table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Belle<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The door to Granny's seemed to be in a perpetual state of opening and closing, with the inhabitants of the town wandering in to start their day.  Each one of them garnered a look over from Chas, pulling his eyes away from the pictures of the newspaper to see who was coming in, what sort of competition he might have for the stranger's attention.  He had been focused on them, sizing them up from his seat at the counter, when She came in the diner.<br/><br/>In the influx of patrons, he had missed her at first, but as he looked around the dining room, there was no mistaking her.  Typical, he thought, eyeing her sitting alone in her booth, nose buried in a book.  An amused snort came from him, shaking his head slightly as he turned his attention back to the remaining eggs upon his plate.  That was his Belle, alright.<br/><br/>He never had a problem with women.  There was a natural charm, a natural ease, that came from somewhere deep within his heart and mind, when it came to talking to women.  However many he had  swooned into an intimate moment, Chas had lost count.  Faces and bodies became blurs in his mind, past triumphs and successes with the fairer sex of Storybrooke.  But he never forgot, and would never forget, the seemingly unconquerable beauty that had seemed impervious to his charms and advances.<br/><br/>A few bills were pulled from his pocket, settling his bill with Granny after finishing the last bit of his breakfast, and turning his attentions once again to the one he simply could not catch.<br/><br/>“My my, aren't you looking fine as ever.” Chas said as he approached Belle at her usual little hiding spot, a grin upon his face.  He didn't wait for an invitation before taking a seat down opposite her at her table.  Chas wasn't about to let her gain that opportunity so easily.  “What are you reading this time, beautiful?”<br/><br/>Chas would reach out, taking the book into his hand, before looking down upon the title.  A gentle nod of his head would come, as if understanding what the title was, before flipping through the pages of text and text.  “What is it with you and books, anyways?  This one doesn't have any pictures in it.”