<div class="floatright">(http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m592/MistressofPen/Steph01.jpg) </div><strong>Character:</strong>Stephanie Kane<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Apartment Lobby/1230<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Jeans, boots, sweater, scarf, leather jacket.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Valdez<br/><hr/><br/>Head still swathed in her flowery scarf, Stephanie was surprised when Mr. Valdez addressed her.  His play on words with her name elicited a small smile.  She shifted the rolled plans, somewhat flattened by her sitting on them for the ride back to the apartment.<br/><br/>“If I knew what you liked to read, I’d have picked up something.  But, as it is, no.  Just the building and electrical plans to the hotel.”  She entered the lobby and turned to wait for the man.  “I’m an architecture student here for a couple days doing research,” she said, grinning and removing the scarf from her head to stuff it back into her jacket pocket.  “By the way, I’m Stephanie…or Stevie.  I kind of blew you off upstairs..”<br/><br/>Stephanie looked at the man.  He’d made her nervous when she sat next to him.  But, he seemed different.  She glanced at the goodies he held and smiled back at him.  Maybe that humanized him.  “What’s that?” she asked of the magazines.  Tilting her head, stepping beside him to read the cover of the top magazine.  She looked at him once more, amused.  “You’re going to get a ration of shit for those.  Want me to carry them?” she asked.  “Good grief…do you smell Italian food?” she asked.<br/>