<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246457.msg12241971#msg12241971">Quote from: Mxyzptlk on 15-04-2016, 02:16:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Bean <em>There</em> Coffee</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://lovelace-media.imgix.net/uploads/79/b055e5c0-59f3-0131-d0ba-12526a2ff523.gif)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Trent Carpenter<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong> Professor<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Day off relaxed<br/><strong>Clothes:</strong> The picture, no tie. With black jeans &amp; boots.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Bean There Coffee house<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> October 7, 11 AM<br/><strong>Tag: </strong>Aimee (Ink Slinger) <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong></span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>Oh it was such a good thing he had decided not to grab that cup again for a drink, her answer made his jaw go slack it was the way she phrased it. <br/><br/><strong>"Um... alright, ya I'll send you the schedule with empty slots I would need filled for female student bodies."</strong><br/><br/><em>Alright that sounded bad. What the hell Trent?</em><br/><br/>His eyes on his Chai Latte as he frowned in thought, he had to get up and go. Had to keep it professional least she get the wrong idea. Clearing his throat with a tight lip smile he dared glance back up at her. <br/><br/><strong>"So I'll use the Uni email in your file. I'll send you a list later today." </strong> <em>Alright much better, Trent. Keep it casual and professional. Go go go now. </em> Trent stood up and grabbed his book and cup. <br/><br/><strong>"I gotta run, it was great catching up with you Ms. Ryan."</strong> He smiled. <em>Good job, Trent, throw out the proper way of addressing a student. This is good, NOW GO! There's the door. Stop staring at her, wipe that smile off your face!</em><br/><br/>With a nervous chuckle, Trent grinned at her and said a quick, <strong>"bye,"</strong> before he walked towards the exit the minute he turned the corner he was almost running to his car. <br/></span></span><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><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>Pretty damn pleased with herself<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/>She hadn't realized the way she phrased it until after the words were already out of her mouth.  When she realized, well, yeah she meant it that way too so she wasn't about to rephrase.  His response made her chuckle.<strong>"Promise this female student body won't let you down."</strong>Aims couldn't help herself.  That little voice in most people's heads that told them when they were pushing things too far or stepping over the line didn't exist for her.  She enjoyed watching people squirm.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll keep an eye out for the email, let you know what slots I can fill."</strong>She tossed him a bright grin.<em>I know one slot you can fill...</em>Now if only she could figure out how to get her uni email on her phone without having to use the browser.  She wasn't the most technically savvy chick on the block.<br/><br/>He reverted back to using her last name.  Her smile remained but inside she winced and frowned.  Damn it, she'd scared him off.<strong>"You as well, enjoy the book."[/color]  She watched him scamper out of there like a spooked rabbit.  <strong>"Catch ya later."</strong> She called.  Aims got caught up watching his ass as he departed.  She heaved a sigh and finished her mocha before making her own exit.    </strong>