Well, by "nearly" we mean "Had one foot in death's doorstep".
Still, they have something in common. Yay?
At that point, a bespectacled young man in a suit comes around the corner with a lost and confused expression.
He looks at Connor briefly, but most of his attention is taken up by Annabelle.
To an empath, or someone with a lot more people skills than Annabelle possesses, a lot of his internal indecision is plain to see.
He recognizes her from pictures in the paper, you see, and he's torn between "Damn, she's hot" and being horribly, horribly intimidated.
"Er...I don't s..s.suppose you know wh.. where the in..information on the Death Zeppelins is?" He finally stammers out.
Annabelle is entirely oblivious to the internal conflict. "Sure," she says with a smile. "Hang a left at the spear, go down two rows and take a right at the giant stone head."
The reporter stammers his thanks and wanders off in the appropriate direction before he can embarrass himself any further.
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Date: 2010-03-14 09:44 pm (UTC)Still, they have something in common. Yay?
At that point, a bespectacled young man in a suit comes around the corner with a lost and confused expression.
He looks at Connor briefly, but most of his attention is taken up by Annabelle.
To an empath, or someone with a lot more people skills than Annabelle possesses, a lot of his internal indecision is plain to see.
He recognizes her from pictures in the paper, you see, and he's torn between "Damn, she's hot" and being horribly, horribly intimidated.
"Er...I don't s..s.suppose you know wh.. where the in..information on the Death Zeppelins is?" He finally stammers out.
Annabelle is entirely oblivious to the internal conflict. "Sure," she says with a smile. "Hang a left at the spear, go down two rows and take a right at the giant stone head."
The reporter stammers his thanks and wanders off in the appropriate direction before he can embarrass himself any further.