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</div><b>Name:</b>William 'Will' Lawrence.<br/><b>Age:</b>27<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Los Angeles, USA.<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Wednesday, 7th of July, 2021.<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa backyard<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Gray shirt, black jeans, sneakers.<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>No one.<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Brook Allen (<a class="username" data-user-id="9157" data-username="Sarita" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9157/">Sarita</a>).<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div style="text-align: justify">"And let you be scared?" William laughed "I am not that cruel. But, maybe one day. When I am convinced that you won't toss it into the fire!" By now, he, too, looked around, not so much as to look at others, but simply to get a proper image of the whole courtyard. Granted, the chatter from nearby tables was audible, and if one listened carefully, they could hear much. But, who <i>would</i> listen? The very next moment, when he looked back toward Brook, all those voices blended into white noises, indistinguishable from a gust of wind or a chirp of birds. This was not about others... well, it was, but that's just a matter of perspective. From William's, everything was right there, at the table.<br/>
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"I didn't, unfortunately." He responded to her question if he wrote about her "The article was more about... spring breaks and similar, just briefly skimmed over the whole topic. But now that you mentioned, I could look over it. Or perhaps write something entirely new!" he chuckled taking a small sip from his glass and picked up a nice looking croissant. Crispy... you don't get those in fast food joints and he did not hide his amusement "Miss Teen California, sweeps the floor with her charm... No... that is too long, but the point stands. Though..." he said, voice dropping slightly in tone and he wiped his fingers against the cloth napkin "With everything I saw, perhaps a more apt choice of titles would be <i>'The Graveyard of Roses'.</i>"<br/>
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"I still am a journalist and I still am in LA. Truth is, I did come here for two reasons. My passion, or obsession if you want to be factual about it--" he chuckled again and looked straight into Brook's eyes "Is to write a story worthy of Pulitzer. This place, right here, is where I think I will find it. But, I think I would prefer to be the one in it, rather than to look it from the outside. A love so wild and strong that makes the hand write itself. The absolute best-case scenario... I would like to write it on a Sunday morning... preferably in bed... with a special someone laying next to me. And that's the second reason."<br/>
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Whether it was intentional or coincidental, William noticed that words came easily when talking to Brook. He was talkative, but never this 'chatty' when speaking to someone. So much so, that even the white noises in the background became completely silent. "To answer your question if I have my eye on someone... I believe I do." his smile grew again. Whether she was aware of it or not, he chose not to push on the topic, given that things seemed still 'fresh' for her. One step at a time.<br/>
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"But, if you want a more precise answer, you need to treat me a drink first!" he chuckled and took a glass for another small sip "So, for now, since you learned so much about me, I want to learn a bit more about you. Completely random question! If you had a million dollars, right now, what would you do with it?"​</div>