<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Eric chuckeled taking the cup of Coffee and the Creamer gratefully, beginning to stir the cup round while laughing.<br/><br/>"I hope so. It isn't so much whether I got it or not, really. I just don't like waiting. Either way, I can move on, but until them... I'm just kinda stuck."<br/><br/>He pulls out the stirring stick, taking a sip from the cup.<br/><br/>"And I'll tip. After all, I doubt very much I'll be able to avoid coming back again. I'm Eric by the way. Eric Millford."<br/><br/>He looked up at her. He was pushing a little bit, he knew, but... well, his compliment had gone over well enough, and in for a penny, in for a pound, as they say.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div align="center">(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz360/aia_taino/naiastarter.png)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">~Naia~</span></strong></div><br/>"I'm sorry.. that was rather forward of me.. and meant only as a joke.."<br/><br/>She followed with an apology, blushing deeply. Naia hadn't been to sound so frank, she never said things like that, but she'd only been attempting humor, at a very late hour, on a very slow night. When he introduces himself, she smiled politely and returned the favor.<br/><br/>"AlyNaia Marchov. Naia for short." Naia had a habit of being naturally sweet, which usually got her taken advantage of, or put into situations people didn't think she could handle. But since she'd started working here, almost a year ago, Naia had become a completely different person. More assertive, more lethal. Though still kind and foregoing.. she could definately handle her own.<br/><br/>"And all things considered, I think the wait is worth it. You got to come here, didn't you?"