Marian’s day went by rather fast which was a blessing in itself. A long sigh left her as she walked through her house, a smile dancing along her face as she did so. The last time she was ‘walked home’ was by Robin Hood and as you can imagine, that thought was still on her mind. Body draped in a robe, she left her laptop open doing her own personal research on whom Robin Hood was. As much as she’d like to think that she was making a breakthrough when it came to figuring out exactly who he was… she wasn’t. 

Humming to herself, she skipped through her house making herself some tea. While she was gone, Gwen patched into Marian’s computer. “It looks like we’re in luck. She’s been researching already.” With that she typed a few things and opened up a pre-created webpage on Marian’s computer.

Gwen’s timing was perfect, considering the blonde had just returned to her computer to see a webpage she didn’t think she had opened. Moving the mouse along the website, there was information she didn’t know that someone had found out about Robin Hood. In worry someone, like her father’s men, might attempt to look through her computer history in order to use what information she might find in their own personal way to find Robin Hood. She scribbled down the address of the restaurant and decided to go during the evening when all the ‘rich’ people are out and about. Maybe he’ll be there… 

“There was a long amount of hesitation than she erased her history and closed the website. I think you’re good to go Robert but… it’s still kinda creepy.”

7pm rolled around, the time when business people were out hunting for others to take home and… well that’s not the reason the blonde was walking into the restaurant but she did hope she might run into the vigilante himself . Marian dressed herself in her favorite strapless wrapped [url=http://oi62.tinypic.com/2dj2vz7.jpg]white dress[/url] and heels. Upon her entrance, she was greeted by the host. “Hello miss, table for one?”

“Oh actually I was just going to take a seat bar.” She said politely giving a gentle jester towards the bar. How would she know it was Robin Hood? Granted he probably would recognize her and maybe… maybe even talk to her! But all she could do was hope right now.

Marian took a seat at the bar, no purse this time, keeping everything in a small pocket against the dress to keep things safe and now, all she could do was wait… wait and order a martini. Why? She’s at a bar, why not!