<div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aimee Ryan<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>First year Silver Student<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Interested<br/><strong>Clothes:</strong>Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/aimee_winter/set?id=65118572)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Trent (Mxy)<strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br/><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong>Bean There Coffee house, October 7, 11 AM<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Please, call me Aimee."</strong><em>If only to hear my name from your lips</em>she thought with a smile that never wavered.  She glanced back at the photos for just a moment and then up at his handsome smile.<strong>"Thank you.  This one is a technical assignment so it's about more than ascetics.  Picking my three images is going to drive me batty"</strong>She chuckled in that soft way of hers.  Aims could think of a few other things she wanted to show him for an A plus.<br/><br/>Though it didn't show on her face, she felt a stab of disappointment when he refused her offer, albeit politely.  She thought he'd be walking away, but instead he walked around the table and grasped the chair.<strong>"You'd be a welcome distraction."</strong>She offered.<strong>"Really, please join me.  I'll soon be cross eyed if I just keep staring at these images and picking apart every tiny detail."</strong>She had a wicked competitive streak and she wanted to put forth the best of the work in her class.  Photography was her real passion.  She wanted to be in art school, not this hell hole.<br/><br/>She looked up at him waiting for his answer.<em>Please, please sit down.</em>She mentally begged him.  Aims wanted him to see more than just his student.  She wanted him to see the intelligent, witty and driven young woman she was.  She also wanted the chance to show him she didn't really belong in the school.  A few hot and heavies with another girl wasn't anything.  And she hadn't looked at anyone else since she laid eyes on<em>him</em>.  She spotted the book in his hand and smirked a bit.<br/><br/><strong>"Good book.  Not my favorite in the series, but a good one."</strong>She smiled.  She'd read the whole series quite a few times, had done a series of portraits of her friends cosplaying as different characters even.  Maybe that would get him to sit with her? Hell she'd flash him her tits if she thought it would get his butt in that chair.  She had to find to get closer to him, to show him how she felt.<br/>