As I storm out of the resturant and the haughtiness of that *%$$%^ I encountered at the bar emflaming my cheeks, I spy bit of activity in the lobby.

Across the way I see Bree and a handsome man duck into an alcove looking very chummy. "Good for her!" I say aloud. She looks devestating in her matching dress and shoes, and the man she is with looks at her hungrily. I am happy she is going out and kicking up her heels, she deserves it.

At the top of the stairs are two rumpled men carrying what I assume to be either large machine guns or musical instruments. Below at the bottom of the stairs is another rumpled young man checking his mail and listening to someone on one of those obnoxious ear-phone Blutooth or Bluhound things.

"Boy and thier toys," I think. After having just had my pride pushed a bit by that pompous blonde in the bar, I am prediposed to think poorly of this one at the front desk.

He catches my eye and grins with a bit of a wink.

"Okay, get back to me when you hear something, thanks." He says to the invisible person on the phone. As he crosses across the lobby to the fireplace to where I am now standing he says with sauve-faire "Have I seen you here before? I think I would have noticed a dame like you."

"I doubt it. I arrived fairly recently. Why should I know you?"

My tone of voice was a bit challenging and showed off my sparking temper. I realized this guy didn't insult me or do anything wrong. I temper my tone of voice to a bit more of a sweeter tone.

"I'm Bridgette... very nice to meet you" I tell him as I nurse my drink. "And who might you be?" I inquire.