<div class="floatleft">(http://lovelace-media.imgix.net/uploads/79/b055e5c0-59f3-0131-d0ba-12526a2ff523.gif)</div><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 & 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><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Alright.... Aimee."</strong>He smiled using her first name to try it out. It was a bit foreign for him considering he always used students last names.<br/><br/>Trent cocked his brow glancing at the images on the table and sighed out contemplating before he pointed to three of them.<strong>"This one, that one, aaaannnd here. This one."</strong>He pointed to the last one not daring to teach any of the images he knew how picky photographers could be in leaving smudges on their images in print. And these were some high-quality images.<br/><strong><br/>"Not that you need my help. I just think those are the best." </strong>Giving his opinion to the girl though he wouldn't be offended if she chose other ones. She was the photographer and for once Trent could see her artistic talent by viewing her photographs.<br/><br/>Tilting his head to the side and smiling at her the man pulled the chair out he was holding and settled down. Setting his book down and sipping from his Iced Chai Latte.<strong>" I know what you mean. The last time I tried to decide on some of my work to display I was at it for the better part of the week." </strong>He grinned in amusement as he leaned in to explain.<br/><br/>Setting his cup down on an empty area of the table he tapped his fingers against the wooden surface in thought. Why was this student suddenly on his radar? That had never quite happened to Trent before.<br/><br/>He was brought back from his thoughts when she mentioned his book. Raising his brow a half grin appeared on his lips in excitement.<strong>"I love the author, she's a god. Truly I'm a kid at heart. Which one is your favorite?"</strong>He wondered.