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Iris rolled her eyes teasingly. “Aw, honey; your grandfather doesn’t count. I say snazzy, but it doesn’t even count because the woman who raised me was secretly a flapper.” She smiled and bopped his nose, giggling softly.
Cale rolled his eyes, "Except my grandpa totally counts, 'honey'. He breathes and everything." Cale paused to laugh lightly, "Did your grandma raise you?"
Charlie gently pulled away, his mouth still inches from hers. “Come to dinner with me, please. Come somewhere with me, anywhere. You can pick, just come with me somewhere.” He whispered, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards in a smile as he placed a shaky hand on her...
Charlie grinned at the girl broadly,his thumb gently moving over her lower lip to her chin. He then held her chin between his thumb and index finger, his eyes light with happiness and energy. "That sounds perfect."
Ramona chuckled slightly, shaking her head back and forth. “Oh, so you’re one those girls who completely sells herself short all the time?”
Ashley looked at the ground and nodded lightly. She chewed her lip, knowing she was that type.
Ramona frowned, and then bit her lip. "You deserve to know how wonderful you are. Everyone does. We're all so special, and the fact you can't see how wonderful and special you are is a damn shame."
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"A joke? Heh, you wish. Actually, so do I. But the point is, no. It’s not.” Well, at least the human wasn’t in danger of having a heart attack anymore. “Y’know, it’s kinda polite to introduce yourself, too,” Nobody ribbed playfully.
Brayden looked down at his feet, giving a heavy sigh. "I'm Brayden. Why can't I see you?" He first thought was that he was imagining all of this, and if that was the case he had a lot more problems than he had initially anticipated.
Brayden screamed. It was a high pitched scream that seemed out of place on the placid, snowy night. The thumping of his heart seemed louder than Times Square now and he frantically looked around his head swinging from direction to direction so quickly it was hard to believe...
Brayden blinked. "Nobody? Is this some kind of joke?"
Iris beamed at him, kissing his cheek. “You’re the best,” she said, bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet.
Cale rolled his eyes. “I mean technically; yes. I am the best, but you’re pretty snazzy yourself. Snazzy enough that I’m willing...
Cale scoffed at her jokingly. "What are you talking about? Lot's of people say snazzy. I know like five people that say snazzy, now given, one of them's my grandpa, but he's relevant, he's alive this decade. He counts."
Charlie felt one of his hands rest gently on the small of her back as he proceeded to return the kiss, his eyes closed, and kissing tender. He had wanted to kiss her for such a long time. He could feel his heart pounding like a snare drum in his chest, not just because he...
Charlie gently pulled away, his mouth still inches from hers. "Come to dinner with me, please. Come somewhere with me, anywhere. You can pick, just come with me somewhere." He whispered, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards in a smile as he placed a shaky hand on her face, cradling her cheek with a soft warm touch.
Brayden heard the voice of another pierce the silence. He looked around slowly, not automatically wanting to assume the worst and start panicking. Yet no one appeared to be there. “Hello?” His voice was clear with purpose, strong and unwavering, yet his stomach was in knots.
Brayden screamed. It was a high pitched scream that seemed out of place on the placid, snowy night. The thumping of his heart seemed louder than Times Square now and he frantically looked around his head swinging from direction to direction so quickly it was hard to believe he didn't receive whiplash. "Where are you? Who are you?"
"Pretty, practical, AND unique, way to have everything going for you." Ramona said with a small smirk, her eyes happy and alive with expressive energy. "Have you ever knitted anything particularly impressive?"
Ashley blushed even more. She looked around. “No. Not really…”
Ramona chuckled slightly, shaking her head back and forth. "Oh, so you're one those girls who completely sells herself short all the time?"
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Charlie laughed a little. “Yes. I like like you Charlotte, I like like you a lot.”
Charlotte watched him a little before she smiled before she bit her lips and just forgot about everything as she cupped the back of his head and kissed him for a few moments, since she knew what she was doing had a huge risk of being caught.
Charlie felt one of his hands rest gently on the small of her back as he proceeded to return the kiss, his eyes closed, and kissing tender. He had wanted to kiss her for such a long time. He could feel his heart pounding like a snare drum in his chest, not just because he was kissing a beautiful woman he really cared about, but because if someone were to open the door to his office everything could simply fall apart.
"Knitting, eh? That’s really cool. Do any of your friends knit too? I’d love to learn, I just never have the time for anything but school, work, and the occasional yoga class."
"No, none of my friends do." Ashley admitted.
"Pretty, practical, AND unique, way to have everything going for you." Ramona said with a small smirk, her eyes happy and alive with expressive energy. "Have you ever knitted anything particularly impressive?"
Brayden sat in the snowy park with his gloved hands folded over his chest, watching carefully as fractals of snow gently fell around him. He couldn’t help but feel like he was the only person on the entire planet. Everything was completely silent, so much so he swore he...
Brayden heard the voice of another pierce the silence. He looked around slowly, not automatically wanting to assume the worst and start panicking. Yet no one appeared to be there. "Hello?" His voice was clear with purpose, strong and unwavering, yet his stomach was in knots.
"I like to knit," Ashley shrugged. She was unsure what to say, all she really had was work and her brother. That took all of her time.
"Knitting, eh? That's really cool. Do any of your friends knit too? I'd love to learn, I just never have the time for anything but school, work, and the occasional yoga class."
Ashley smiled at the joke.
"So, what do you like to do in your spare time Ashley?" Ramona asked thoughtfully.
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Brayden sat in the snowy park with his gloved hands folded over his chest, watching carefully as fractals of snow gently fell around him. He couldn't help but feel like he was the only person on the entire planet. Everything was completely silent, so much so he swore he could hear the gentle thumping of his heart beat.
Ramona grinned from ear to ear. “My family owns a coffee shop, you can tell a lot about someone by what they get in their coffee you know.”
"Oh really?" Ashley was pretty interested. "So what does my coffee say about me?"
Ramona laughed. "It says you're practical," she looked at the brunette, "it also says you work at a clothing store, have blue eyes, and like to invite people you've just met to have coffee with you." She joked.
"When you first walked into my class, I thought, ‘wow she sure is something special, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone that beautiful’, and then you’re so motivated, and intelligent. Being around you, even if it’s just for an hour a day, it’s what makes my day. Which is...
Charlie laughed a little. "Yes. I like like you Charlotte, I like like you a lot."
