My presence was only acknowledged by her when she needed me to do assignments and class projects for her. Her name is Clara. She’s tall and slim wit... light blonde hair and blue eyes. Her boyfriend Ryan, the football playing quarterback, had brown hair and grey eyes. He thought he was god’d gift to the world. I’m sure Clara would agree. My name is Ethan, the ultimate nobody who happens to have a 4.0 GPA. I was blessed with my brains and a kind personality and that’s about it. Ryan was muscular. The pink coral color coated her bare lips. It was a bold color, butstill classy. "What do you think? It's too much isn't it..?" "No!That's a great shade," I said. "Shade?" she asked with a coy smile."Yeah, it's a good color." "Ooookkk wierdo..." she said. She must havethought something was different. Multiply this with the fact that shemay or may not have seen me in a robe with painted toes. She puts thelipstick in her tote. She picked out some brushes, bb cream, and make upremover. . " I have some cameras that look like blank wall plates. You know the kind I mean. They use them to cover unused outlets. I can place them around the bookstore but obviously we won't be able to store any equipment there. I'll need a panel truck to store the receivers and transmitting equipment."I can hook that stuff up to a cellular transmitter and forward it to your computer. The batteries in the cameras will only last for a week and the pictures won't be HD. And since there will be people. I’ll take you home…..we will beat this together….I promise.’ But in his mind he was hoping to talk her into going to rehab. He knew it was her only chance. * Speaking on the phone to set up the collection of the equipment that was needed to start the filming for his new client, he thanked the man at the other end, and told him that his men would be there tomorrow with the van. Misha put the phone down and walked into the otter office, at the moment just a bare room of the premises he was.