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@hxmpton1
"I can assure you Seattle throws the best parties. Studious? I can be studious and go to parties. Hm? Alright, you’ve got a deal, Charles Hampton."Â
     "Seattle has nothing on Portland. It's a date, miss June. Pray tell, when is the best time for hiking?"
"Yeah, you said that already. Like, back in Seattle, I went to parties every once in a while and I went hiking every once in a while…so neither of them ever lost their…charm."
     "I just had to emphasize it! Heheh. I didn't actually take you for the girl who went to parties: you seem more... studious, I suppose. Alright, here's an idea: I'll take you to a party if you take me on a hike. Deal?"
"Portland. That makes more sense. Never had a hangover? With the amount of partying you seem to do that’s surprising. Fascinating story, really. I like doing a little bit of everything, I think few things lose their charm if you do them in moderation."Â
     "Water, water, water is the key, rockstar. Moderation, you say? Like what? Care to enlighten me on the whims and adventures of June?"Â
"Never? That’s pretty devastating. There must be some pretty great parties in Florence for them to consume most of your time."
     "Actually, I go to Portland for most of the parties. I leave on the weekends and get back on Monday, right before school. Never had a hangover though— the key to drinking is water. Lots of water. I learned that the hard way, after I woke up next to my best friend, and we had no idea what happened the night before." He paused for a moment before running his fingers through his hair and chuckling. "Ah, too much information?"
"Are you serious? But you live in one of the best places for hiking!”
     "I spend my time at parties, rather than hiking. Maybe you could show me the ropes? Come to think of it... I don't know if I've ever gone hiking."
"Uh, two weeks ago. If you can include all the best places to hike, I’m game."Â
     "...Hiking? Ah, I'm afraid I don't really hike that often. I don't know if I even own a pair of hiking shoes..."
"Thank you. Nice to meet you, Charles Hampton. I’m—I’m actually new in town so…"
     "No wonder! I would have remembered a face like yours, and I was beginning to doubt my memory. How long have you been in town? You must allow me to give you the grand tour."
June didn’t know why it was that he was sticking around, but she had to admit she was enjoying it a tad bit. “June. My name’s June.”Â
     "June? Ah, what a lovely name. It's a pleasure to meet you then, June. I'm Charles, Charles Hampton. If you've lived in this town long enough, I'm sure you've heard of me."
"If I was attracted to you, trust me, I would let you know." She told him, picking up her cup of coffee and concentrating again on the newspaper in front of her. "Thanks for the compliment, though."Â
     Within a matter of seconds, this girl had become increasingly interesting to the brunet. Raising an eyebrow, he placed his chin atop his hand and laughed. "Beautiful and she has a sense of humor? Where have you been all my life. Mind giving me the honor of your name?"
June hadn’t realized that she was staring until the sound of an unfamiliar voice snapped her out of her daydream. She found that that happened more and more often now-a-days, especially when she started thinking about going home. “S—Sorry.” She began, “I caught none of what you just said but…sorry for staring.”Â
     When she spoke, Charles found his smile growing. "Ah, my dear, it's okay— you really don't have to feign your attraction to me. I mean— I am pretty beautiful. Though, you're definitely beautiful yourself."
     "No, no. I get it, really: you've been staring at me for the past few minutes because my beauty is too much for you to handle, I get it, it's alright. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
