<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/>Her smile matched his when he said he'd let her know when he needed her input.  Just like that the seeds of a peer relationship had been planted and she felt pretty darn good about herself.  That was until he seemed to choke on his drink.  A moment of confusion shot through her, unsure if it was in reaction to her question about posing or because he suddenly forgot how to drink through a straw.  She reacted pretty quickly though, ensuring her portfolio wasn't in the blast radius if he did manage to spit any of the Chai out.<br/><br/>Which he did, but thankfully on the floor next to the table.  She felt embarrassed for him, but also, something else.  Something she couldn't quite describe, but made her feel like maybe she<em>was</em>getting under his skin.  She didn't even notice anyone else watching them, her attention focused fully on Trent and what he would do next.  Had she just crashed and burned before really taking off?  Or was she still making inroads?<br/><br/>He agreed!<em>Holy shit he agreed!!</em>Though she remained in her seat and smiling, albeit a bit dopily at him, in her mind she performed a spaztastic happy dance.<em>Woohoo woohoo woohoo</em>.  Aims lost the battle to keep the giddy giggle trapped inside.<strong>"I wouldn't mind posing for you."</strong>Double meaning fully intended on that one.  She would happily post for class, even when she didn't need the money.