Jogging was one of the few things that cleared her mind.
That, and alcohol - but, of course, the latter was frowned upon. She rarely had time to jog, but when she did she was always surprised by its soothing effects. The park was buzzing with life today, it seemed everyone had been drawn from the habits of their daily life to enjoy a few sparse hours in the sun. Ivette didn’t mind the occupancy, she was sure to simply weave around the people in her way. Never slowing, of course. Idle chit-chat was not nearly as relaxing as jogging, and she’d rather avoid that.
The flash of a camera caught her eye, jolting her out of her state of calm. She slowed her steps, head turning to seek the source of the flash. A man, camera in hand, seemed to be peering at the screen. She frowned, and when he lifted his head to look at her it seemed he already had an apology prepared. She ventured closer, rolling her shoulders for a moment to keep the muscles from getting cold too quickly. “ It looks beautiful? ” She questions, the first hints of a cheeky smile turning up the corners of her lips.
“ Do you mean the photograph, or me, monsieur? ” She laughs, teasing. “ You can keep it, if you’d like. ” She shrugs, seeing no harm in it, really. What’s the worst that could happen? She hovers for a moment, slate-blue gaze watching him, before sticking out her hand in greeting. “ Ivette. Nice to meet you. ”
It isn’t often that he finds women who contain such poise and graceful tints in their actions. What he was more used to was the infuriating high school girls who believed they were grown enough to do what they pleased. There may be a few exceptions... Yet they were greatly outweighed by the former. None contained the elegance the woman before him had, nor could they ever hope to grasp it in their lifetime... It made his thoughts run, all asking if people were just born this way, or they grew into it? He was well aware of the people who could feign such actions, but even then they aren’t perfected.
The curl of her lips registered one of his own, slight dimples creasing as his laugh lines were fully evident. Thumb grazing the the shutter, he placed the item in his less dominant hand as she moved closer to him. Her response triggered a suppressed chuckle to leave his lips, brown corneas glancing at the ground for a moment before they made contact with the other’s. A wispy exhale left his lips as he glanced at her hand, coarse fingers wrapping around her palm and giving it a prominent shake as a smile followed suit.
“I suppose I could mean both. You do complete the image...” A pause.
“My name is Harris. I can only assume you’re a local, since you seem
quite familiar in this area... It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’m.”
The response was curt, almost business-like. Some habits never fade away quick enough, it seems..
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