<div align="center">(http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8302/7923859792_761b9a2c87_z.jpg)</div><strong>1700 hours</strong><br/><br/>His thumb was glued to his lips as he chewed his nail almost causing it to bleed.<em>'Am I nervous?'</em>he tought as his eyes shifted between the watch on his wrist to the one oh his wall.  Looking outside the clouds were slowly turning dark herolding the night.<strong>"come on, come on, two hours"</strong>He muttered to himself.  His day was filled with finishing up the Fleet Week duties that brough him agony.  This however became the one and only thing he was looking forward to, but why?  Was it her? or was it him getting to see his favorite singer?<br/><br/>It was her.<br/><br/>Honestly why though?  She wasn't anything to him, this was just a buisness opprotunity for her mainly, to get some good photos.  Yet he found himself pacing slowly about his appartment awaiting for the right time.<br/><br/><strong>1900 Hours</strong><br/><br/>The motorcycle hummed as he slowed it to a halt in a tightly fitting spot near the back of the church. The part of town it was located in wasn't a bad area, however the kids who hung about looked to be hoodlums.  Flicking the kickstand he rested the bike and moved from the seat to stand and stretch.  He strapped the helmet to the back of the bike before adjusting himself and making his way towards the front of the old church.<em>'In through the nose out through the mouth'</em>His voice kept repeating mentally as he stopped at the steps of the building.<br/><br/>A few people were gathered about smoking yet he didn't notice her near them.<strong>"relax,"</strong>his voice was low as he looked about<strong> "Its early still, you said your going to be here at seven, doesnt mean she needs to be"</strong>His nervousness was showing like a school boy.  He rested against the wall oposite the smokers as his eyes keep watch for her.