[center][h3][color=39b54a]Liam[/color][/h3][/center]

	"[color=39b54a]Creepy[/color]?" Liam's brow furrowed in slight annoyance at the thought. He opened his mouth to protest before falling silent, and merely merely shaking his head. "Whatever," his tone slightly annoyed, "[color=39b54a]Guess my subtly was wasted. Anyways[/color]," At this point, his frown shifted to an obvious grin as his disposition evened out, "[color=39b54a]You never answered my question- though it seems I struck a nerve[/color]." With that, he settled back onto the bench, lifting his gaze just in time to see another woman stepping forward. This one looked a little milder and more reserved, but seemed to know of the woman to his left.

	"[color=39b54a]As much as I'd like to just go home and forget today ever happened, we-[/color]" he says as he motions his head to the female sitting beside him, "[color=39b54a]Both of us know that's not possible[/color]." Realizing his words could easily be misconstrued, he continued as he lifted his empty hands, "[color=39b54a]I'm not trying to start anything or hurt anyone. Believe me, we don't want to recreate anything like 'that'[/color]." At this point, the blonde male motioned towards the cafe, glancing back to Sam shortly afterwards, "[color=39b54a]But it's for that reason we're searching for people like you. Matt's extended an invitation to his apartment. If you don't show, that's fine,[/color]" At this point, Liam stood from his seat, bowing his head in respect to the women. As he began to turn, he'd pause for a moment, "[color=39b54a]Just be careful. Power can go to people's heads[/color]." And with that, he'd begin his trek away from the store.

[@Kiroue][@Eklispe]

[center][h3][color=00aeef]Matt[/color][/h3][/center]

	With a heavy sigh, Matt would continue to move his furniture around in what every semblance of a circle he could make... Which is hard to do with a couch, two recliners, and six bar-stools. "[color=00aeef]Why do I even have this much furniture?[/color]" He stated, looking over the remainder of his abode. It was then that his phone vibrated in his pocket, earning the man's attention as he reached into his pocket and withdrew the vessel.

	'From the cafe. Do you have a meeting place, or something like that?' A message from a number he didn't know.

	"[color=00aeef]Got a bite,[/color]" He muttered to himself, absent mindedly as he began to type his reply.

	'Meet me at my apartment. Top floor of the address provided.' He added after typing out his address. He waited a moment before sending the message, hoping to catch others responding so he wouldn't have to type this out another time. Still, he'd hit the button to send the message, pocketing his phone and returning to the rearrangement of his abode.


[@Universorum]