<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/MN8BkGh/devon-daniels-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Daniels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007879#msg15007879)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York City<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>July 3rd, 2019 | After noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bedroom -> Living Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black T-Shirt with Kiuas Spirit of Ukko album art (https://www.soundi.fi/wp-content/uploads/old/soundi/record_review/Kiuas_The+Spirit+Of+Ukko_1652.jpg), Sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), Jeans, Black leather belt, Boots<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cleo Balleta? Right?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Caroline<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Almost immediately after he had sent his text, Devon's phone buzzed. He had no clue how Caroline could be so swift with her thumbs, but she had tapped out a message to him (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308831.msg15062579#msg15062579) almost immediately after he managed his own. It took her less time and was thrice as long as his own. An eyebrow rose, however, at the prospect of having to meet up to understand his prize. He understood her glass half-full attitude regarding the secret, but... well, that it was built on a misunderstanding was part of the problem. Were they pitying him? Did they believe the woman in this equation to be the villain? He let out a sigh.<br/><br/>Gotta stop thinking about it.<br/><br/>Moments later the door bell rang.<br/><br/>...wait... the... the door bell rang? Why? Why'd the place have a door bell? Why would anyone ring it? He looked again at his phone. If it was Caroline, why would she in particular ring it? Couldn't she just walk in? He sighed and shrugged, the closest to the front door. He pushed off of the couch and stepped to the front door, opening it up and seeing none other than Caroline.<br/><br/>"Hey," he said with a slight bit of confusion in his voice. His eyes scanned her a moment, once more wondering if there was any possibility to get coupled up with her, then looking behind him. "So... do you wanna come in, or...?"<br/><br/>This was so absurd and weird. What's stopping the hostess of the darn show from just walking in? It wasn't his Villa, after all. Ah, whatever.