<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/M00nchy1de/Vitani.jpg)</div>May I see some of your work? *She asked, sincerely interested. She smiled as he spoke of having left home.* Yes, when you're just a little thing, leaving home seems such an adventure. What we can't possibly know, is often what we hear in stories is not how it truly is. *Her hand moved only slightly. Just enough to brush against his. Hers was warm, but if he looked as she turned it he'd see callouses. She was not a spoiled "Pretty little Princess". She knew hard work. Her nails even had a little dirt beneath them. She had forgotten her tea. With her other hand she took a sip and smiled. SHe seemed to take her time with the first sip.* It's not bad tea. *What she meant in truth was "Not bad tea for a man to have brewed." It was a compliment. Most men couldn't brew a half decent pot.*