<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246457.msg12230671#msg12230671">Quote from: Mxyzptlk on 11-04-2016, 04:08:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><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 &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><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. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aimee Ryan<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>First year Silver Student<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Interested<br/><strong>Clothes:</strong>Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/aimee_winter/set?id=65118572)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Trent (Mxy)<strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br/><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong>Bean There Coffee house, October 7, 11 AM<br/><hr/><br/>Damn hearing her name from his lips made her all tingly in her special womanly places.  They weren't in class and she wanted to worm her way into his good graces, make him see her as more than just his student.  She understood the need for distance in the classroom.  Authority figure, student, blah blah blah.  But she also thought at this level, students and teachers could interact socially and be peers.  Perhaps she was just young and naive, time would tell.<br/><br/>Her eyes followed to the images he pointed out.  Two of the three she'd already decided on.  The third he pointed out made her examine that photograph again, swaying her towards choosing it.  She'd always been like this when decided on work to show, examining and picking apart her work until the very last minute then just going with her gut.  For the most part, her gut hadn't steered her wrong.<strong>"Objective input is appreciated.  Sometimes I'm too close to my work."</strong>The small confession made her blush slightly.  As if he'd somehow read between the lines and know how exposed she felt when someone else looked at her work.<br/><br/>A wide smile curved her lips upward as he sat.  She picked up her triple shot mocha and took a sip.<em>Mmmm heaven</em>she thought with a little sigh.  As discussion turned to the book she neatly tucked her photographs into her portfolio.  Once she made her final decision she'd have to mount and matte them, but that was a project for another day.  She had a hard time picking her favorite of the series.  She'd grown up reading them with her big brother.<strong>"Hard to say, but if I had to choose one, I actually think I would go with the finale, <span class="bbc_u">Deathly Hallows</span>.  Except I think Harry not really being dead was kind of a cop out."</strong>She snickered a little.  Yes, children read the book.  Yes death was a pretty heavy thing to deal with.  But come on, by the time Potter Generation was reading book seven, they were old enough to deal with it.  Not every ending had to be happy clappy.  Most likely she was in the minority on that opinion however.