April clicked around once more and saw a response to her post. She almost got as giddy as a schoolgirl on a first date. She immediately began to type her response:<br/><br/>"Emma had been looking away as the mysterious stranger aporoached her. She was quite bored and wanted to leave until she felt someone hold he hand. She turned just as he was bringing her hand to his lips. Emma smiled softly, admiring the accent he spike with. She was taken right from the start. Be was different and intriguing. He had called her beautiful, and she blushed, no one had ever called her beautiful before.<br/><br/>"No you haven't embarassed me, my name is Emma, Emma Harris. It's a pleasure to meet you. Are you looking into buying one of the works on display? Evan is a fine artist, but a little to boring for my taste. I like simpler things, not a bunch of paint splats on a canvas.  Not everything should be considered art." She was being to forward, she knew it, but art was her passion, and honestly this was not what she thought art should be.<br/><br/>April shit it off, amd switched back to an advice website just so Chris wouldn't catch her. Not like he would since she could hear he was engrossed in a game right now.