<div class="floatleft">(http://www.sexybootsrule.com/sigs/mystrissfreya150x200.jpg)  </div><br/><br/><strong>Name~</strong>Freya<br/><br/><strong>When~</strong>September 15, mid afternoon<br/><br/><strong>Tagging~</strong>Akira, Open<br/><br/><strong>Side Note~</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>He was apparently not a scientist.  “Electrons are negatively charged, was merely a joke,” she chuckled softly to his inquire as she was lead to a table.  Silvery eyes blinked at his explanation though offered no reaction.  Such a plausible story, not that she quite bought it.  A white flicker coiled beneath her irises at his questions.  “Oh I’ve been to a number of cafés, but I am told this one is different.  Not nervous, but suspicious indeed,” she mused tapping her finger against her chin for a moment.  “Black coffee… with cream and sugar,” she finally answered, dropping her hand to the table and drumming her nails ones against its surface.  “I doubt anything you might do would every truly put me at ease,” she chuckled, “Call me… high strung.”