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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 15:24:37 GMT -5
"Oh, I want to," he replied, maybe a bit too quickly. She was beautiful and he liked kissing her. But before he could say any of that, the waiter came to take their order. "Roast beef sandwich for me, please."
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 15:37:28 GMT -5
"Potato and leek soup. Thanks." Once the waiter was gone, she looked back at him. "So, you do want to...I'm not, like...bad at it or anything..?" Maybe Sebastian had been to nice to tell her so.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 15:39:23 GMT -5
He almost laughed. She was almost too good at it, at least in his opinion. If he was being honest, she was just about everything he liked in a girl.
"No. You're not bad at it," he said simply, resisting the urge to wink at her.
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 15:44:12 GMT -5
She smiled a little, blushing. "Well. Good." When their food came, they ate in silence, but she watched him through her lashes as she blew over her spoon to cool a bite of soup.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 15:46:16 GMT -5
He could feel her watching him, but he didn't even glance up. He just focused on eating his sandwich. Because honestly he really was starving. When the waiter walked by, he ordered a coffee, waiting just in case Script wanted one, too.
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 15:49:01 GMT -5
She ordered a hot tea instead, pushing her now empty bowl aside. "You were right. This was a good idea."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 15:56:24 GMT -5
"I have those from time to time, good ideas," he said, polishing off his sandwich. He leaned back against the seat, stretching out his long, lanky legs. The waiter brought their drinks, and he immediately took a sip of the hot coffee.
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 16:00:05 GMT -5
She sipped her tea, her foot bumping against his leg as he stretched beneath the table. "You're awfully tall."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 16:02:28 GMT -5
"Yeah," he replied, nodding slowly. "Didn't used to be. I was much shorter when I was younger."
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 16:07:28 GMT -5
She smirked. "One of those guys that just shot up over night, huh?" She shook her head, making her hair bounce. "I stopped growing when I was fourteen."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 16:11:24 GMT -5
"Sometimes I think I'm still growing," he told her, crossing his legs at the ankle and bumping into her foot. He had noticed the way her hair bounced, and it had briefly mesmerized him.
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 16:12:59 GMT -5
"Well, lucky you. I always wished I was just a little taller. Thought it would, I dunno...thin me out a little." She smirked, glancing down, playing with a piece of her hair.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 16:18:05 GMT -5
"What do you mean?" he asked, genuinely confused. He sipped his coffee as he looked over at her, eyebrows furrowed.
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Post by Script on Nov 8, 2011 16:23:45 GMT -5
She blushed. "Well, I mean..." she gestured down at herself. "If I were taller, I wouldn't be quite so...thick."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 8, 2011 16:26:04 GMT -5
His eyes traveled from her face down to what he could see of her body, but only because she had basically invited him to when she had made the gesture. Did she think she was fat? Was she nuts?
"You don't need to be taller," he said simply. "Speaking as one friend to another, you're just right the way you are."
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