<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Fisherman's Wharf, Electronics Store, early afternoon<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Hiking boots, jeans, flannel shirt<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>James<br/><br/>Gracie knew that James had been talking about the kind of football played in<em>America</em>, of course. She may have had no interest in sports, but she wasn't ignorant. A light blush did spread across her cheeks at the compliment that James had paid her, causing Gracie to glance down for a fleeting moment in embarrassment. "Uh.. pretty much the same really.. I was running low on food an decided to head this way to see if I could find anything." The girl breathed a heavy sigh. "Real bright idea that turned out to be.." she grumbled.<br/><br/>Lifting her gaze, Gracie's eyes met James'. "Yeah I suppose you're right," she said, feeling a little bit more optimistic than she had been a few moments prior. "I just hate waiting around like this.. it wears away at the nerves.." she added, gritting her teeth.