Lia nodded, a small smile playing on the edge of her lips as she went to take another bite of food–he spoke French too? Was there anything this man couldn’t do? “Yes, The Little Sheep–the owners thought it’d be cute. It’s like one of those rustic french cafe type things? A little odd in the middle of Orlando, but they tried.” Listening to him laugh, she found it to be one of the best sounds she had heard–deep, rich, full of warmth, her entire being erupted into butterflies. She would do just about anything to hear it again and again. Suddenly, her eyes flew back to her date and her heart stopped beating for just a moment. He called her princess. With not an air of derision, of mocking or anything else. Nonchalant, but it was just enough to make her melt. Oh, the girl had it bad–and although she wanted to be cautious when it came to dating, romance and all of those things–the more time she spent with William, the more likely she was willing to throw caution to the wind. She let out a chuckled and nodded. “We all have our strengths–one of yours being the art of storytelling, and theirs being science. Our differences are what makes the world more unique and dynamic.” She replied, taking a sip of her drink, her eyes watching as his cheeks warmed. Lia quite liked it when he blushed–it was cute and charming, and drew her even more in. Though in response to his own words, her cheeks also reddened. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she spoke quietly–her eyes meeting his. “I think the best people are those who bring out the best in others.” She knew it was risky to meet his eyes–the likelihood of getting lost in them was far to high for her to also be able to continue a conversation, but she did so anyway, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “Well that’s still impressive. I’d think even faces would be hard to remember when you see so many of it.” Magnolia paused, and tilted her head. “An entire sleeve–of signatures? That’s dedication, and that’s amazing. I–wow. It sounds like you are quite loved across the world.” She breathed, completely floored by the woman’s love for such an organization. “Would you ever get a tattoo? Or I guess, do you have one?” She asked, chewing on her lip when she realized that might have been to personal a question. “You–you don’t have to answer, I didn’t mean to pry.” She rushed to say.
A smile played up at the corner of his lips. Full of childish mischief, as it were as they carried off his next inquiry. “Do they also make you dress the part as Bo Peep?” It was such a cheesy joke but one that had him chuckling to himself. As an only child, one often learned the importance of entertaining your own self and it was a craft William had perfected. Whether it would land with his date or not was another thing entirely. “No, no, I quite like a bit of French food. Various options for any sort of dining experience is welcomed. Otherwise everything would get a bit stale with the same small options over and over one might experience in, say, a small town.” Something about this woman felt like, well; the walking British cliche that he was; a warm cup of tea. So rich and soothing. Warming up your insides in the best ways possible and something he often craved on a daily basis in his hectic life. “Oh, I don’t know about storytelling when it comes from my own mind. Does it count if I relay or just simply read off the stories of others? I have audio books out, too, so I must do something right there.” He laughed yet again. The soft red hue still dusted upon his cheeks showing just how horrible he was at bragging about himself. “Forgive me,” He apologized a moment later, embarrassed. “You should see it!” William remarked, still able to boast of his endearing fan’s accomplishment. “She turned each signature she’s gotten so far somehow into the characters of who portrays them. Such as my scrawl has Loki in all his glorious reindeer horns and flowing cape. I’m sure it’s on google somewhere. I wish I had a picture to show you...” Thin lips pursed momentarily until his stomach reminded him to finish more of what was on his plate. “No, please, pry away. I have thought about it.” Nodding to addirm his answer about his own permanent marking. “I know the quote I want and everything. The placement still alludes me. ‘Be a voice, not an echo.’” His smooth accented voice relaying the next answer before Lia could question his choice.” “It’s just always resounded with me. What about you? Perhaps a lovely floral likeness of your name? An Austin quote?”
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