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[sup][b]LOCATION — Main Room[/b]
[b]INTERACTING WITH — Veronica Bryant [@Fabricant451][/b] [/sup][/centre][hr][hr]	...At least she was honest. Lukas nodded along as she introduced herself quickly, and he wondered whether she'd said the exact same thing to her date the previous round. [color=wheat][b]"No, not construction. I'm a chef at an Italian place known as Basil. Honestly I don't like dressing up this much but if I want to make a good impression then I feel like must."[/b][/color]

	[color=wheat][b]"Well, I'm a single father, have a young son that I adore to bits. Unfortunately I don't enjoy reading the newspaper, I don't have that much time to do so but I'll check out your comic strip the first opportunity I have. I'm sure Brendan will enjoy it."[/b][/color] He wondered if he was talking a bit too much about his son rather than about himself. Lukas rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, before continuing.

	[color=wheat][b]"I like cooking -- I mean, I wouldn't be a chef if I didn't but I find making food the best way to show my creativity. My drawing is atrocious, and I can't tell or write stories that well. I hope that one day I can start up my own restaurant, but that will only happen once I've improved my business skills."[/b][/color]

	[s][/s][color=wheat][b]"What do you like to do for fun?"[/b][/color] He asked.
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[sup][b]LOCATION — Main Room[/b]
[b]INTERACTING WITH — Christian Emory [@Lady Amalthea][/b] [/sup][/centre][hr][hr] 	Krista smiled bashfully as Christian asked her for a picture. She rummaged through her purse and pulled out her phone, where she showed him the lock screen - it was of her and Bean lying on the grass on the park. Bean was a friendly brown and white Jack Russell, the kidney bean shaped spot of black fur on his back that you could briefly see in the picture. 

	[color=teal][b]"Tour guide? You really must love travelling a lot! Sadly I haven't had much of an opportunity to travel due to family issues and the lack of money. A start-up teaching salary doesn't pay as much as people say,"[/b][/color] She said, tucking her phone back into her purse. 

	[b][color=teal]"I just always knew I wanted to be a teacher."[/color][/b] She responded, [color=teal][b]"I used to be the person that people would come up to for help with homework, and I used to tutor the children that I used to babysit while in high school. The teaching part is fun enough, sure, but grading can be quite the pain if you don't like sitting in one place for more than a few hours."[/b][/color]

	[b][color=teal]"Actually, I'm hoping to save up enough money so I can move to a new country to teach. It sounds both interesting and frightening all at once, but the sound of it is just thrilling to me. I haven't figured out quite the place yet, but maybe one day it can happen."[/color][/b]

	[b][color=teal]"What about you? Where have you travelled to so far?"[/color][/b]