<div class="floatright">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/9421631/740full-brock-o'hurn.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 28th, 2017 - noon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Cafe<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong><br/><br/>It was a nice warm day outside with only the calmest of  breezes. Like all big cats, Troy was pretty content finding a patch of Earth to sun himself on. But today he was also nervous.<em> It's not a date! </em>But he still felt the same awkward anticipation as he did when he was a cub in puberty. He wasn't really even sure how she would respond to him. She had softened to his hybrid form but the last time they were near each other as just two humans - doors had been slammed. Was this how Clark Kent felt when Lois crushed after Superman but not him? What an odd sensation!<br/><br/>Lost in thought, he strummed his fingertips against his very muscular thigh as the crowds of co-ed passed by. He wore black slacks and just a plain white teeshirt that did little to hide the outlines of his muscles - the sleeves doing their best to contain his developed biceps. Down the path near the dorm rooms there ran a black dress wearing blur that was heading his way. Wasn’t that hard to do in heels? She managed well enough. His eyes were transfixed by bare legs (only barely noticing the thing on her ankle). His eyes traveled up to the hem of the dress and then realized it was her – L….something. She was breathtaking.<br/><br/>Damn, that dress! Troy actually heard the beast inside him whine in his head. Was she trying to get him to test his mate theory .... like right now? She pushed himself off the stone wall and kept his thumbs tucked into his pants pocket as he walked slowly towards her. She was rushing. For him? He pushed the lion back deep down inside and gave her a grin. "Hey there... Lindsey?"<br/>