<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Mistaken%20Identity/Carmen_Redgrave_Av_01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Carmen Redgrave<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>School cafeteria.<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Classes. Quiz. Lunch!<br/><br/><strong>With:</strong>Alone (Waiting for Stoneley 1).<br/><hr/><br/>It was more a happenstance than anything else but Carmen felt time pass a lot sooner than it normally did. Her classes usually bored her but with Amber on her mind she was able to get lost in her own world. By the time American History – Two rolled around she had already asked the dusky beauty out in her own mind and were now merrily making their way to Carmen’s favourite park. Oh the humanity, she thought, shaking her head so she may clear these ideas out and focus on what was at hand.<br/><br/>The quiz didn’t take too long. It was a test Carmen had feared but it also allowed her to concentrate on something different for a change. She was not a bad student. Carmen, like many her age, enjoyed procrastinating and harboured an unhealthy obsession for daydreaming.<br/><br/>By now lunch time was nigh and she was looking forward to it. She repeated the words she will be using to ask Amber out. Of course the thought crossed her mind how Amber’s parents might react, but on account of their British roots she thought there was no way they would mind any of this. Weren’t half of people in Britain gay anyway? Not counting the three quarters of European population. That made her giggle and she had a good feeling about this.<br/><br/><strong>“Amber!”</strong>She called out in the cafeteria.<strong>“So how was class, how were tests and how were quizzes?”</strong>Her eyes were sparkling and she nibbled on her lower lip. Carmen enjoyed joking with the little Stoneley and took great joy in ruffling her feathers every so often albeit in her own special way.<br/><br/>Therefore no sooner had Amber responded she took the girl’s hand and whispered.<strong>“I go to Dresden Park every Friday afternoon, I play some guitar, I write some poetry… would you like to come with me and perhaps be the object of a poet’s desire?”</strong>Carmen bit at her lower lip again. The ball was in Amber’s court.