<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Amelie.jpg)</div><br/>Amelie Depay had been surprised when Wilson approached her to help him with his thesis. Wilson stood out a bit as a rather unique individual in the Arts department. Most of the boys there fell squarely in either the hipster or nerd camp. Wilson was neither and looked more like your prototypical jock. She had still readily accepted to lend a hand, mostly because she would get quite a few credits herself for her efforts, as well as the fact that Wilson was easy on the eyes and she didn’t mind the idea of spending some time with him.<br/><br/>The Depay family came from a theater background. Her father was an actor turned director – who still performed himself on occasion. Her mother had worked in musical theater, first in Europe and then in the US – after first passing through London. They had met whilst working in a production together in NYC and fallen in love. Amelie and her younger sister Audrey were the results of that love. Unfortunately the Depay’s divorced when Amelie was just 12. Her mother had soon returned to France, and for a while Amelie lived there too. She returned to the US when she turned 18, to enroll in college and major in theater studies. She specialized in theater make-up but also minored in painting. She lacked the acting talent of her parents and sister, but her studies would at least afford her the opportunity to stay in the theater environment.<br/><br/>She had agreed to meet Wilson just outside the campus gym one night. She had found it an odd place to try and find their model, but it was Wilson’s project and she wasn’t about to tell him how he should go about it. She arrived about ten minutes after Wilson had in her banged up old Toyota. It was easy to spot Wilson’s vehicle, and she waved across to him before joining him. She pressed a chaste kiss onto his cheek as a greeting.<strong>“Heya… any luck yet?”</strong>She moved her head towards the small crowd that was now exiting the gym.<br/>