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</div><b>Name:</b>Brook Allen<br/><b>Age:</b>21<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Malibu, California<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Wed 7, July (breakfast)<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Backyard |  Poolside tables<br/><b>Wearing:</b>see image<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Victor<br/><b>Tagging:</b><a class="username" data-user-id="35" data-username="Cay" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/35/">Cay</a><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Throwing herself into the conversation, Brook listened intently to the new islander. She wondered what he was thinking about. What he he thought of her and everything that went on. The heat of the morning slowly starting to rise and warm Brook's exposed skin. She took a drink of her iced tea and listened on...<br/><br/>Brook said, "You're from LA? I'm from Malibu! That's a trip."<br/><br/>William continued on about how his father was into law but then he decided to become a writer instead. "That sounds exciting," Brook said.<br/><br/>Brook kept glancing from his face to his fork, as he talked. What was he doing? Her eyes watched it dart back and forth wildly. The antics caused her to chuckle a little. It was like he was conducting a symphony instead of eating breakfast!  She wondered if he realized that he was doing it. In her head she pictured him gesturing wildly and the fork going flying off then sticking in the tree next to someone walking by, like a slap stick comedy show. She giggled, it couldn't be helped. She bit her lip and covered her mouth to stifle it. Around that time he declared that his book was Pandora's box.  What was Brook's response?<br/><br/>"I'd like to read it." Brook said with a smile.<br/><br/>But he wasn't done, he finally admitted that he'd become a journalist... Did he just say Miss Teen California? She guffawed again.<br/><br/>Brook said, "Wait! Did you write about me? I need to know what you wrote. Or maybe I don't." She laughed more. At the very least he was entertaining.<br/><br/>Then William said that she should take more pride in what she did for work while offering her a bit of food. The food was olive, ham, and cheese... What a peculiar breakfast she thought to herself. Then because she was game for a random bite, Brook leaned in and took the offered bite. Happily she munched it down, the olive was quite the statement in that mixture.<br/><br/>Brook said, "And here I was just going to ask if you have your eyes on anyone or what your type was? Now my questions feel so pedestrian. Did I understand that you are still a journalist? Are you doing a story now? Are you still based out of LA?"