<div align="center"><strong>Ariana Moore<br/>The Rich Girl</strong><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/8368511/hair,redhead,pink,hair,beautiful,artistic,beauty-98dac7dc01fa88847956368fcf9e7bb7_h_large.jpg?1301518334)</div><br/>It wasn't unheard of to find Ariana off in her own little world on occasion, somewhere between day dreaming and plainly spacing out. After paying the lady at the cash register for her lunch, she drew her arm out and guided the straps of her bag down, unsnapping the opening of it, to shove her wallet back in its proper zippered compartment. Distracted with the straps and trying to get it angled in just the right manner, over her shoulder once again, while also managing the small tray she had been given, Ariana didn't even notice the body which stood right where she was trying to walk. <br/><br/>They bumped into each other, and she had no way of telling whose fault it was; not that she would have pointed the finger anyway. "Oh, sorry!" She offered, a natural reaction to such a mishap. Thankfully nothing on her tray had spilled, and admittedly, she did look at her own tray first, before glancing down at him, to make sure that he was alright. Her eyes scanned his features first, then strolled down his body, and back up again, just wanting to be sure that nothing obvious was out of place. "Are you alright?" But the shy looking boy was already backing away from her, making her brows crease with wonder. Was it something she had said? She hoped that he was really alright, regardless, and pursed her lips in his direction before heading the other direction, back toward the tables.<br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><br/><strong>Location::.</strong> Dining Hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Peter || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Hungry || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> Jean shorts and a strapless pink top<br/></div></div>