[David is having fun relaxing in his room...]<br/><br/>Another ding and Adam was again pissed at himself for wondering each time the elevator tone sounded if it was Carmen. His attention was on Carl and it would have been nearly impossible for anyone to know he was actually focused on the elevators behind him. He knew he should actually not care when she got here instead of only acting as if he didn't; but he couldn't help it.<br/><br/><em>*ding*</em><br/><em><br/>That's number twenty-four</em>thought Adam wishing he could stop counting the damn bell rings. It must have been way back in the seventh grade and Amanda Walls since he had felt this way. "Hey," he heard a female voice sound from behind him. Suddenly he felt eerily calm. That was probably her. None of the other girls he had been with lately had enough class to introduce themselves. Slowly he turned on his stool and there was a picture of more than class; beauty and sexy came to mind.  "Well hello yourself," he said as he stood and walked towards her. Taking her hand in his he kissed once then looked into her eyes, "You are the very picture of beauty. Thank you for coming Carmen." Adam held his hand across towards a table farther from the bar, "Why don't we have a seat?" After they sat he said, "Do you want a drink or anything while we talk? Order anything you want, it's on me."