08-09-2018, 04:08 PM
She doesn't seem willing to elaborate on the fact that he'd just called her pretty to her face but in a different way, but at any rate, he has the time to watch as she needs to focus on her coffee and the slightly-gone-cold pancakes. Normally, had he been eating with someone slower than him, he'd stare out the window or check out the people waiting in the line that's formed from the entrance to the bar, where more and more beverages were being made and poured and commented negatively on to be returned by the soy-girls and the doppio-guys. He does that often enough, here, but he can't find himself caring right now. Instead, there's freckles to count - not the kind he has, spread all over like a paint explosion, but just a few cute little dots on her nose that on party evenings and official days she might just have covered up for a smooth olive complexion - a shame really.
She talks, however. Quickly he looks into her dark doe eyes, then nods. "If you're sure." he offers, absentmindedly rushing his fingers through his own hair as he studies how her falls smoothly by her face. Way smoother than his, anyway, since it tends to curl just a little - it's been tamed, however, so now it's just wavy. Wavy's still not smooth though, but then if it was maybe his head would look weird. Maybe. Maybe he already was weird and she was only still sitting here because of the food.
When he can't reign himself in any longer and has to ask about the book, she seems to open up some more. She gestures to her large phone - not his own size standard, since unlike most people he doesn't use it for photos - and mentions it as if it's a lifeline. Like going through life without a book in her hand is only bearable because of the backup plan. He looks at the phone, to her, and grins as she gestures at her outfit. "I thought that's what bags and clutches are for." he points out jokingly. But he understands, he wouldn't want to carry a bag around all day either. He has one now, for the laptop of course, but wouldn't be walking around with it for long distances. Just about the one block it took him from rooftop apartment-studio to here, really.
He does not fully understand why she brings a book to a party still - plan B for him is to go home or find a better party, but that's just him. The only books he reads lie on his bedside table, because reading at night makes him drowsy. And, maybe, because he's just too regular. She on the other hand, is much more unique, and just does what she wants and takes that book anywhere.
He catches himself when she leans back, trying to pretend he wasn't staring at her thinking what else was hidden inside her pretty head. She asks a rather sharp question, his time to feel maybe a tad bit uncomfortable. He'd watched her longer than the people he already knew, because she was new to him and, fair enough, really pretty looking, in the natural way that models these days failed to do. He tries to sum it up quickly in hopes of not getting off as a grade-A stalker. "Uhm, there was a book, a guy, and some girl-kissing I think." Whoops. Smooth talking, Leilan. He already knew by now that he liked her enough not to send those pictures around, but it was still a dangerous topic as long as he hadn't actually deleted them yet. He is quick, but not quick enough, to follow up with the rest; "Then I got distracted by the pool, as you might say." When he'd tried to take Rey's picture, he'd ended up in the water with the rest of the bodies, and with the fascinating underwater lights, he'd stayed there a while until he got cold and decided to leave the party for what it was, in favour of having time to edit in the morning and send in the pictures before someone else brought in the gossip-magazine cover photos.
@[Breckin]
She talks, however. Quickly he looks into her dark doe eyes, then nods. "If you're sure." he offers, absentmindedly rushing his fingers through his own hair as he studies how her falls smoothly by her face. Way smoother than his, anyway, since it tends to curl just a little - it's been tamed, however, so now it's just wavy. Wavy's still not smooth though, but then if it was maybe his head would look weird. Maybe. Maybe he already was weird and she was only still sitting here because of the food.
When he can't reign himself in any longer and has to ask about the book, she seems to open up some more. She gestures to her large phone - not his own size standard, since unlike most people he doesn't use it for photos - and mentions it as if it's a lifeline. Like going through life without a book in her hand is only bearable because of the backup plan. He looks at the phone, to her, and grins as she gestures at her outfit. "I thought that's what bags and clutches are for." he points out jokingly. But he understands, he wouldn't want to carry a bag around all day either. He has one now, for the laptop of course, but wouldn't be walking around with it for long distances. Just about the one block it took him from rooftop apartment-studio to here, really.
He does not fully understand why she brings a book to a party still - plan B for him is to go home or find a better party, but that's just him. The only books he reads lie on his bedside table, because reading at night makes him drowsy. And, maybe, because he's just too regular. She on the other hand, is much more unique, and just does what she wants and takes that book anywhere.
He catches himself when she leans back, trying to pretend he wasn't staring at her thinking what else was hidden inside her pretty head. She asks a rather sharp question, his time to feel maybe a tad bit uncomfortable. He'd watched her longer than the people he already knew, because she was new to him and, fair enough, really pretty looking, in the natural way that models these days failed to do. He tries to sum it up quickly in hopes of not getting off as a grade-A stalker. "Uhm, there was a book, a guy, and some girl-kissing I think." Whoops. Smooth talking, Leilan. He already knew by now that he liked her enough not to send those pictures around, but it was still a dangerous topic as long as he hadn't actually deleted them yet. He is quick, but not quick enough, to follow up with the rest; "Then I got distracted by the pool, as you might say." When he'd tried to take Rey's picture, he'd ended up in the water with the rest of the bodies, and with the fascinating underwater lights, he'd stayed there a while until he got cold and decided to leave the party for what it was, in favour of having time to edit in the morning and send in the pictures before someone else brought in the gossip-magazine cover photos.
@[Breckin]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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