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While I can’t say what kind of effect hair color has on a person aside from aesthetic, I will say it’s a good look on you.

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I am blonde! Does that make me more of a Leighton now?
While I can’t say what kind of effect hair color has on a person aside from aesthetic, I will say it’s a good look on you.
Calum as Gilbert.
Storm nodded at his question, scrunching her nose cutely at the way he knew her usual. It wasn’t surprising, considering she always asked him to make her coffee, but it still made her heart beat a little faster.
“Maybe I should interview. Give up modelling and work here.” She giggled, before absolutely beaming as he handed the animal to her, immediately cuddling her close and making ‘kissy’ faces at her. “You know, she’s almost as cute as you.”
At the suggestion of Storm working at the shop, Lucas shook his head, “Oh no, no face as pretty as yours should ever be stuck behind a counter. Let me handle working with the general public, you keep focusing on being your gorgeous self.” Sliding her drink in front of her, he saw George curl up into Storm’s chest and smiled, “Nah, she’s got me beat by a mile. That nose and those whiskers immediately out-cute any human. Well, aside from you, anyway.”
“Hey, you- Sorry, uh, I’m new here. I just… You looked interesting and not all that scary and I wanted to introduce myself. Good to make friends and all, right?”
Looking up from his guitar in surprise upon hearing another voice, Lucas registered the unfamiliar face and immediately nodded, “Oh gosh of course, happy to hear I don’t come across as intimidating, I guess.” Chuckling slightly, he shifted aside, “Please, sit if you like; so long as you don’t mind a little background music anyway. I’m Lucas, by the way.”
Storm knew Lucas would be at work that day, but she couldn’t resist the temptation to see him. Walking in, she saw him chatting away to the kitten as always, and laughed softly to herself, quietly moving around to watch him unnoticed. “Hello, stranger.” Storm replied, flashing a smirk his way. “I’ve been good. Though, I am parched.”
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Fully turning his attention to her, Lucas felt his heart skip a beat when he saw Storm. Due to him picking up extra shifts at the coffee shop and Tristan-mandated “bro time,” he’d hardly had any chance to see her as of late. Still, her making a little time to stop in to visit was definitely helping lift his spirits. “Your usual, I’m guessing?” he asked, turning slightly to begin prepping it. “Sorry I haven’t been around much, by the way; losing a staff member here doesn’t do much to help my free time. I have missed you though, as has this one.” Making sure his manager wasn’t watching, he quickly unlatched the cat carrier and scooped the kitten into his palm, handing her to Storm before switching to a clean pair of gloves and returning to putting together her drink.
“I know, I know, but you’re killin’ me here,” Lucas pouted a bit, looking through the grating of the cat carrier at the sad set of eyes behind it from where it was sitting on the counter of the coffee shop, “But I’ve got some treats for you and we’ll be home soon.” Poking a treat through the grate, he suddenly felt the presence of someone else behind him and looked over his shoulder, offering a grin, “Oh hey, haven’t seen you around lately! How you been?”
Who's your best friend, besides Tristan?
Well, if you’re just thinking the person on the island I’m closest with, I have to say Storm. However, if not her, I’m gonna go with... Matheson.
How would you propose to Storm?
See honestly I don’t know, since that’s not something I’ve really put much thought into. All I know or sure is that it’s something I’d do my absolute best to make absolutely perfect, since she deserves the best I have to offer.
How many tattoos do you have and what do they all mean?
Well I have four actually; different places and different meanings for each.
The horseshoe is for a family member who worked with horses a lot when I was younger and had them hanging all over her apartment, the feather on my collarbone is actually the first one I got after coming to the island as sort of a... representation of the freedom I felt finally getting away from everything in San Fran. The other two (the bird and the MMXII) are both for... someone else. Tribute pieces.
Do you write songs? What about?
I used to, but haven’t as much lately due to... I dunno, lack of inspiration? I just stopped working on them, I guess. I wrote about pretty much anything that came into my head; not really exciting unfortunately.
Storm leaned over and rested against the counter, head leaning on her hand as she listened to Lucas speak, and watched him dig in.
And then, just like that, the entire environment shifted. He’d used the word - the big word - and he’d just said it like it was the easiest thing in the world, like he’d already said it a hundred times. Stormed stood up straight again, always looking at him, doe-eyed, silent before just blurting out her response. “You love me?”
Hearing Storm say that make Lucas’ gut flip. It wasn’t supposed to have come out like that, at least not to begin with. It was supposed to be more... something. Not just something that was blurt out like he’d said it a million times before, especially considering he’d never said it to anyone before. Still, looking at Storm, those eyes of hers staring at him in surprise, he knew that it was the truth. He was utterly in love with her.
Finally managing to speak again, he slowly nodded, finding the right words. “Yeah, I... I do. I really do. I love you, Storm.”
Storm giggled at his remark, rolling her eyes playfully. “T-Ley.” She shrugged, knowing it was nothing new having Tristan let her in. “But my own key? That’s serious.” She teased as she carefully placed the pancake on the plate where two already sat, bringing it to Lucas with a smile. “I might just think you like me or something.”
Lucas nodded at Storm confirming his suspicion, usually if he wasn’t letting Storm in it was Tristan’s doing. As she sat down in front of him, he smirked, “Yeah, I kinda like you a little bit. Just thinking is all.”
Digging into the pancakes in front of him, he took a bite and was blown away by how delicious they were. As soon as he could speak again he looked to Storm, “These are fantastic! Better than I’ve ever managed. I love you, thanks so much for making breakfast.” He was about to dig back in, but froze when he realized the words that had just left his mouth. He’d just said that. He’d totally just said his first I Love You to Storm.
Having been full of energy after a good nights rest, and full of adoration for a certain someone, Storm had decide to get bust on a surprise that morning. Only she had to do was send Tristan one text and he let her straight in to their apartment before leaving so that ‘the love birds could have some privacy’.
Storm knew her boyfriends love for pancakes, and she knew that her special recipe was absolutely the best in the world. The moment she saw him sleepily walk in the room, she beamed her wide, beautiful smile over to him. “Mornin’ cupcake.” She said cutely, before flipping the pancake with a flourish. “Chocolate chip is your favourite, right?”
Upon registering the pancakes on the counter, Lucas immediately perked up with a nod, “Oh definitely. Smells great, too.” Quickly grabbing a cup of coffee from the brewed pot on the counter, he sat at the table, watching Storm work with a smile, “So tell me, how’d you manage to get in? Not that I’m complaining, I’m really just trying to figure out whether or not I should just make you a copy of my key.”
When he was asleep, usually it took a steam train or jet engine to wake Lucas up. Well, it used to anyway before Tristan mastered the art of screaming wedding-related questions from the living room. However, there was one thing that never failed, that being the smell wafting into his room this morning.
Forcing himself out of bed as best he could without waking Iris, he grabbed his glasses and pulled on the first t-shirt he grabbed before shuffling towards the kitchen. Once his eyes finally focused, he was delighted to see Storm puttering about, a grin making its way to his face as he leaned against the door frame. “Well good morning to you, sunshine.” {@stormhastings}
Text: Baestan
Tristan: FINE OKAY WHATEVER
Tristan: I'LL CHOOSE THE COLOUR SCHEME
Tristan: Do you like pink or blue more??? Bc obviously we have to be matching
Tristan: And you better say pink because Maya looks adorable in pink
Tristan: She also looks adorable in blue
Tristan: Actually she just always looks adorable
Tristan: Maybe we should go with blue it'll look better with Storm's hair
Tristan: Bc obviously Storm has to be matching with you and Maya has to be matching with me but you have to match with me too so we're all gonna be matching
Lucas: I mean... if you put it like that I'll say blue; something about my skin (or the number of tattoos maybe) just makes pink look weird on me.
Lucas: But believe it or not I was operating under this strange notion that I was going to have Storm wear whatever color she WANTS to wear, as opposed to being decided by you or me :P
Text: Baestan
Tristan: DOES CORAL BLUE OR CORAL PINK MAKE MY EYES POP MORE?
Lucas: I DON'T KNOW I'M HORRIBLE WHEN IT COMES TO THESE KINDS OF THINGS I'M SORRY