<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/>The touch of her fingers was enough to make his skin sizzle. He thought woefully, maybe kidding - What could he find that she wanted enough to try and jump him again? The letter she said pulled him back from his thoughts. "B?" At first he wasn't sure if he had heard it right. He sat back and gave her a puzzled 'really?' look with one raised eyebrow. "Your name is ... Library?" He smiled, teasing her before he started to eat his steak. (Though back in his mind he had a long to do list of finding female names that start with Lib.) He gave a small, contented sigh putting the first bite of food in his mouth. His were-lion side controlled his appetite for all things - food, and apparently, now for her. "The kitchen really does a good job here." He ate another, large, chunk and took a sip of his seltzer water. Sitting back he swept some hair back off his shoulders and let his eyes focus back on her. He had a kind but very interested look on his face. He wanted her, but he also wanted to know more about her.<br/><br/>"So what are you studying here at the Academy? I have a feeling that it has something to do with ancient lore from the Southern Hemisphere." If he couldn't even get her name, did he have any hope of learning anything else about her?