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Post by Kristin May Summers on Sept 1, 2006 18:28:09 GMT -5
Kristin walked into the coffee shop, sliding her big black, Nicole Richie-esque Prada sunglasses from her face to the top of her head. She came dressed in a white wifebeater that says, "That's Hott", on the front and "Your not", on the back with a pair of skinny straight-legs and black Manolo Blahnik pointy toe stilettos. As she ordered her drink at the counter, a mocha latte, she fingered the long strand of teal beads that hung down all the way to an inch or so above her belly button. Another day here, with no one to spend it with, she though to herself. She smiled at the girl behind the counter when she handed her her latte, and paid. She walked over to a spot in a corner under a light with a purple lampshade and sat down.
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Post by Noelle LaMere on Sept 1, 2006 18:51:04 GMT -5
Louis moved, pulling open the door and walking into the cafe, pausing a moment as his gaze shifted around him at the people inside and at the building.
Noelle said she liked this place, so he'd come. He'd only been here for a day, this his second...and he wasn't sure if he liked it much or not.
The male then moved towards the counter as he got inline, it slowly moved forward, all the while he looked around.
"J'aimerais un thé vert s'il vous plaît. " he said then as he reached the front, only to get a blank stare from the girl behind the counter, and a small frown settled on those full lips of his.
"I would like a green tea, please." he said then his french accent thick with the English he spat out. Well maybe not spat, but he didn't like the sound of it. It wasn't as pleasant to the ears as French was he thought. After paying he moved away as he waited for his tea, his right hand hanging lightly out of the pocket of his over sized arm jacket. A black t-shirt that was slightly..tight (to say the least) was worn and a pair of fitting jeans...on the tighter side, but that was in fashion. And that's how he liked to be. Even though he'd switched from his normal plain collared shirts and jeans.
But J. Lindeberg was just as nice.
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Post by Kristin May Summers on Sept 1, 2006 18:56:09 GMT -5
Kristin noticed a well dressed guy ordering a drink at the counter, she watched him from the corner of her eye, but not too obviously. She twirled the strand of teal beads that were around her neck, around her finger gently, being careful not to rip them. She clicked the heel of her Manolo Blahnik to the beat of the song playing through the cafe.
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Post by Noelle LaMere on Sept 1, 2006 19:01:04 GMT -5
"Merci." he said dryly as he took the warm cup then from the female and moved away from the counter as his gaze scanned the cafe for a place to sit.
Spotting one he moved over then, towards the chair he saw at a free table. A table towards the back next to an attractive blonde.
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Post by Kristin May Summers on Sept 1, 2006 19:07:22 GMT -5
Kristin saw the guy moving towards her so she quickly darted her eyes away from him and towards the back of some guys head in front of her. She continued clicking her heel, and then slowly turned her head to get a good look at the guy, Tres bien she said in her head, remembering hearing him speak french. She made eye contact with him and let the corners of her mouth curl into a smile.
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Post by Noelle LaMere on Sept 1, 2006 19:15:08 GMT -5
His eyebrows rose slightly as she made eye contact with him, and he looked her over quickly. "Bonjour." he said simply as he took a seat then at the small table next to hers.
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Post by Kristin May Summers on Sept 1, 2006 19:17:34 GMT -5
"Bonjour, monsieur", she replied, running her fingers through her shoulder length blonde hair. "Comment t'appelle tu?"
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Post by Noelle LaMere on Sept 1, 2006 19:25:43 GMT -5
"Louis." he said then with a pause. Now, did he really care what the female's name was? Well it might be helpful if he decided to make mad amour passionné to her later. Even if it would mean nothing to him the next day.
After all...she looked to be American...
"Et vous?" he questioned then.
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Post by Kristin May Summers on Sept 1, 2006 19:27:50 GMT -5
"Je m'appelle Kristin." She smirked, "You want to sit down?" She gestured towards the chair across the small round coffee table in front of her. She rubbed her lips together, they were glossed with light coral colored lipstick.
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Post by Noelle LaMere on Sept 1, 2006 19:34:09 GMT -5
"Umm." he hummed then, his lips pursing together slightly as he did. " Pourquoi pas ?" he said then as he moved from his seat to join her at her table. "So what's your poison?" he questioned her then. Meaning the drink infront of her of course.
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Post by Kristin May Summers on Sept 2, 2006 10:51:32 GMT -5
"Mocha latte." Kristin licked her lips slowly, and made eye contact with Louis. She crossed her slender legs, right over left, resting her right foot on the leg of the coffee table.
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Post by Louis Solderini on Sept 2, 2006 16:52:26 GMT -5
"Mocha latte." he repeated softly, he'd never much liked those...but he tried not to let it show.
When she made eye contact with him his eyebrows rose slightly.
Maybe he'd get lucky with this /american/ girl....but did he really want to do that?
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Post by Kristin May Summers on Sept 3, 2006 11:17:01 GMT -5
Kristin tucked a lock of her straight, blonde hair behind her ear. She blinked her chocolate brown eyes several times, growing more uncomfortable by the awkward silence. "So, what are you thinking about?"
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Post by Noelle LaMere on Sept 3, 2006 12:34:13 GMT -5
"Oh....several things." he said. not about to share what was on his mind. He on the other hand wasn't bothered by the silence. "What about you....what's on your mind?" he questioned her then.
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♥ Lindsey Tudor♥
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Watch your boyfriends, ladies. Here comes Little Miss Provacative.
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Post by ♥ Lindsey Tudor♥ on Sept 4, 2006 16:53:26 GMT -5
"The fact I don't know much about you, but I am still sitting here having coffee with you", she looked down at the chipping red nail polish on her fingers, and used the nail on her thumb to rub some more of it off of her pinky finger.
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