"Hey. Don't worry about it... I've moved on, and I'm trying. He was a great man and I know he's in a better place after serving our country." She had a reassuring gaze with the slightest gentle smile. She didn't want him to be concerned or down because of what she said; she just figured he should know. "That's why this whole dating thing isn't the easiest thing at the moment. It's the first one I've been on in four years." She crossed and uncrossed her legs quite a few times. "What do you like in a woman? The traits, looks, everything. Your dream girl all in one." She moved off of the subject in an attempt to learn even more about him. It was nice.
She was proud he could open up in such a way to her, and not be afraid of what she'd say or how she'd take it. Honesty was the best in her eyes.. without trust nothing could ever be established. "Mine get a bit more complicated. Ana, my daughter, was conceived when I was with my fiancé Daniel. He was a US marine who was deployed a week after we found out." She swallowed hard. She didn't talk about it much, so when she did, she was emotional. "They think friendly fire could be a possibility- he never got to see or hold his little girl." She shook her head. "That was four years ago and it still hurts just as badly. That was my last relationship. Since then, I've gone through some PTSD and am only just now beginning to get back into the dating field."
There was no better feeling then to drive around with no care in the world. Noah was a very young professor at a large university not too far from the borders of Ohio and Indiana. He was just about done with his job for the weekend and was eager to do something spontaneous in the upcoming days. Mathematics is what he was teaching at the university. The idea of being able to solve problems in different ways gratified him, which is how he became interested in being a mathematics professor. Despite of some difficulties that he has as a young professor, he liked teaching overall, even if it meant teaching some of those who are careless of getting educated. After getting out of his car, he walked down to the cafeteria, he loosened his black silk tie as he ran his fingers through his slightly tousled brunette hair. Luckily it wasn't too crowded. At the moment of finding an empty, he was shortly stopped by a student that went by the name of Candice. He offered her a small smile as his blue eyes searched hers. "Um, yeah. You'll find the photography department is a left from you. After you reach the painting of deformed objects, you then keep walking straight. It's a big, obvious department, so you'll definitely not miss it," he informed her, nodding once.
She wanted to keep things lightened and carefree, mostly because it was what she was requiring in that moment. A stressful and heavy conversationed dinner wasn't appealing. As soon as he mentioned Ana.. she smiled even wider. "Yes. She's four, a diva of course, and her name is Ana." She could go on and on about every little detail. She had to remind herself to be careful. "She goes to preschool and she's very energetic. Disney princesses, dress up, karaoke, tea parties, build-a-bear, almost anything any other typical little girl does is what she's into." She pulled up a photo on her phone to show him. It was obvious that she was the light of her life. "It can be difficult being a single mom; I won't lie and sugarcoat it. But I wouldn't change anything if that meant losing her." It was also obvious that they looked a lot alike. "I keep busy with her during the week. On top of that, I'm actually a journalist for the local newspaper." She sipped the martini and ordered a salad to start off with for their meal.
Her entire expression lit up once he approached her and spoke, nodding very gently. "That would be me. You pronounced it right- Genevieve." She took his hand firmly yet featherlight at the very same time. "You must be Connor." She allowed the waitress to escort them both to their table. It was toward the back, draped in a cloth, a single candle in the center. She sat across from him- crossing her legs out of habit- ordering a water and a martini to begin with. She continually caught his gaze with an intrigued pop of color to her irises. "Melody tells me you're a charmer." A very small smirk stretched across her lips; remembering everything her friend had told her. She was curious to see how much he actually knew about her- if anything. Blind dating was a concept to her that didn't always make the most sense. They were strangers. She sipped the cocktail a bit.
Genevieve curled the final strand of her brunette hair, pursing her lips as she looked in the mirror intently. Her ruby red gloss shimmered elegantly yet subtlety with the lights in her bathroom. She was beginning to acquire nerves pertaining to the date she was about to attend... her stomach twisted and turned into a million different knots. She hadn't been on one in so long, fearful that she'd do or say something entirely wrong. The usual pitter patter of little feet was missing from her apartment; reminding her that she had a typically uncommon evening apart from her daughter. She was thankful to her friend Melody for arranging the details; she trusted her to know that the man wasn't a complete waste of her time. They were meeting at a restaurant that was downtown in the heart of everything else, upper scale but still comfortable and easy to swallow. She parked pretty close by and checked in for the reservation that had been planned. She searched for the gentleman eagerly, long lashes fluttering a bit.
Paul:: He smiled softly and shook his head. "Trust me, I'm not someone you need to worry about." He said as he sipped at his next glass. "I'm Paul." He said. "It's nice to meet you, Ingrid." He smiled at her then took another sip from his glass, which was nearly half empty now. "God I love liquor." He chuckled lightly then glanced around the bar casually.
Paul:: He downed his first glass then asked for another almost immediately. He definitely was a social drinker and an anytime drinker, thanks to his brother. He grinned lightly as he looked back to the girl beside him. "I see." He chuckled lightly then downed his next glass. "So, miss. What shall I be calling you?" He asked with a small grin.
Candice:: She was still curious as to what the man was doing. She had a feeling that he was sketching her house. It bugged her ever so slightly that he was drawing her house without permission, yet she didn't care. She started to walk down the street then stopped and looked at the guy as he spoke. "Oh, thank you..." She said softly. She wasn't expecting the accent at all.
He but his lip. She was asking about him and he didn't mentally prepare himself for it.
"I uh, I'm.." He couldn't tell her. "I think we should get out for this one. That way if you want to run you can." Wil walked them to the sand and put her down near the towel. "I uh, the reason my body temp is a hundred degrees hotter then yours is..." He wanted to tell her. But how could he trust her with such a big secret not only he kept? "Remember how I asked you if you believed in werewolves and vampires?" He asked her, biting his lip and scratching the back of his head like a nervous school kid.
He held her as they bobbed with the waves. He felt goosebumps crawling across her skin.
"It's not that cold. Once you leave me you'll freeze." He teased, swimming closer to shore so they could stand in the sand. "Here, now you can stand and hold onto me. Or I can hold you." He picked her up, holding her bridal style in his arms. He smiled. "To much? At least your warm." Wil beamed. He liked when she was close to him. He opened his mouth to say something but pressed his lips together. He didn't want to say anything just yet. Maybe not till she prayed a little more at it. "So, how do you like the beach so far?" He asked instead
He looked at her and bit his lip.
"No reason." He didn't want to tell her just yet. But he had to if he wanted to make sure she wanted to stay around. "Uh, why don't we get into the water? I'll race you." He got to his feet and brought her with him. He ran to the edge and dove in, surfacing a little out from the shore. He shook the water from his hair and floated a bit. He tried to wipe away the steam rising but if she got closer she'd notice. "Come on the waters perfect. I'll keep you warm if you get cold!" He would. That wasn't a lie. His body temp was almost a hundred degrees hotter then a human.
He walked over and knelt down behind her, taking the sunscreen from her.
"The beach is private, owned by my family. Itatchi bought it so the turtles and monk seals could best here without tourists harassing them when they were nesting or sleeping." He started to rub the sunscreen on her back, he wa gentle about it, making sure he wouldn't hurt her. "Do you believe in other creatures? Like vampires and the lochness monster?" He asked her, finishing up. He used what was left in his hand and wiped it on his nose.
Edgar locked his front door, and began to walk to his ten o'clock class. It was his last day of his second year in college. He had to take his psychology final, and then he was ready to enjoy his summer break. He threw his backpack over his shoulder, and felt the sun shining its beautiful rays on his face. He passed by his favorite coffee shop, and realized he needed his morning coffee. He opened up the coffee shop door, and was about to walk in, until he realized someone else was about to walk in. "Go ahead." He smiled warmly.
Fionn rolled his eyes. "Don't diss my music taste or my baby, mmkay pretty boy?" He growled, taking his Ipod from the dock and slipping it in the front pocket of his jeans. He rolled his eyes at Sebastian's words and shook his head walking out. "Can't handle me, not my problem but I'm not changing for some pretty little thing afraid to get his hair messed up and his clothes dirty." He ran one finger under the boys chin as he walked past. "Now, are we gonna cruise, or are you going to pout because I've got a 67' Chevy Impala and you don't?" The two walked out of the room and out into the parking lot. Fionn unlocked the car, shoving his Lacrosse bag in the back seat so Sebastian could get in.
"Oh no, it's okay." He laughed.
"I found some under the couch." He showed it to her. "Ready?" He opened the back door and lead her out to the stairs that were across the deck, passed a jacoozie. "Need help carrying?" Wil asked, taking some bags from her. "We can camp out where ever you want to. The whole beach is ours." He walked into the water and let it lick his toes. "It's not cold. Well it might be I don't know." he shrugged. His body temp was to high for him to notice. The water would steam off of his body if he got into it slowly. So he would avoid that. "You can pick a spot if you want to. We can build a sand castle if things get to dull." He teased.
He smiled at her.
"Sunscreen?" He wasn't a fan of the stuff but he'd look for some.
"If you want, you can pack some food while I snuff out some sunscreen." He tried hard not to stare at her body. He closed the fridge door and looked away as he blushed. "Uh I um I'll be back. I'll be in the living room. I swear I saw some sunscreen in there the other day." Wil smiled at her and hurried out. Sunscreen? The pack never used that stuff. They never burned up. Only turned red and healed up. Wil turned the living room upside down and finally found some under the couch. It was still brand new and probably forgotten a while ago.
"Okay." He smiled. "And there should be one in there."
Wil turned on some lights and sighed. It had been awhile since he ha been here. The last time was before Konan had died. "There's a big bathroom down the hall and to the right. I'm going to check the fridge to see if I have to call someone to deliver ingredients." He smiled, leading her partly to the bathroom and peeling away to check the fridge. It had lots of fresh food. Like it had been just stocked. The freezer had lots of ice cream and a bottle of whiskey. Wils favorite. But he pushed the thought aside and went to change into his shorts.
Casey-She thought that you were pretty attractive, she always liked guys with accents. She glanced up at the movie titles again as you asked her what she was thinking of going to see.She really didn't have any movie in mind,she thought she would just pick a random one and go see it.She smiled and looked at you as you talked about the movies.She smiled" I take it that you have just about seen most of them" she giggled.
He smiled at her.
"We can do whatever you want to do." He looked at Candice. "Sorry if it's boring. But there's the movie room, the beach, cuddling, ice cream eating, and urging you want. Or we can go out to dinner, I could buy you a car or something." He blabbered as he pulled up to a house, resting on stilts on a hill near the ocean. "Well here it is." He smiled, pulling into the garage and popping the trunk.