<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Bean <em>There</em> Coffee</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://lovelace-media.imgix.net/uploads/79/b055e5c0-59f3-0131-d0ba-12526a2ff523.gif)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/><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 &amp; 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></span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>Trent cocked his brow and then gave her a wide smile as she agreed to look at his work as well. <strong>"Excellent. I'll let you know when I need some honest critique."</strong> Her next questinon was a mistake because he was debating on asking her to pose for him at some point when she asked him and made her statement. <br/><br/>See the reason why it was such a mistake was because Trent had just started sucking on the straw of his drink to take a nice long draw from it. So when she said that he coughed holding his hand to his mouth trying to stop himself from coughing all over the table and her portfolio. The man turned his head and coughed as he had inhaled some Chai tea. <br/><br/><em>Gutter.</em><br/><br/>Grabbing a couple of napkins to wipe his mouth he then proceeded to clean up the floor to his side that had been sprayed with Chai latte with his little coughing fit. He hadn't dared look at her, nevermind the damn Harry Potter discussion. Sure it was all fine and dandy all those theories but it was all out the window the moment that Trent heard her ask those words (reversing the order because ya lol)<br/><br/>One of the baristas walked out with a mop to clean the mess Trent had made and he apologized before the low chatter started up again in the coffee house. <br/><br/><em>I'm ok nothing to see. Fuck.</em><br/><br/>He was blushing slightly as he gave Aimee a sheepish grin. <strong>"Sure I can help with that. I was going to ask you if ever needed a little extra cash that you can pose for .. erm.. class."</strong> He grinned and grabbed  his cup meaning to take a sip but settled it back down just in case. Eying it suspiciously as if it was the culprit behind his train of thought. <br/></span></span>