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"I don't care much for fried things anymore. I went through a phase where all I ate was that crap, but I'll never turn down a good piece of meat,"</span>Tolek said, observing Trevan taking in that buttery biscuit. The Polak was salivating in his mouth. He blamed the tempting aroma of those homemade goodies, and for a split second, blamed himself for thinking about what his acquaintance's lips would taste like before shifting those pale blues away from Treven devouring that biscuit.<br/><br/>Earlier, he mentioned to Gail, the new waitress, his two sides of broccoli and okra with tomato sauce. He was trying to watch his weight, but he also didn't want to seem uptight. Perhaps Trevan already got a read on his energy levels and wouldn't inquire further about his troubled past until Tolek was ready. Even though Opera Cafe wasn't packed, Tolek's sense of paranoia wasn't something he could just shrug off, not when he had to deal with his so-called gift for many years. Though what Tolek couldn't fathom was how Trevan formed his psychic ability before he could form words. The beautiful blond must of have it ten times worse and yet here he was, in the flesh, radiating this personable and warm energy toward his potential companion. Yes, Tolek was troubled on the inside, but if he stuck around to help out with the investigation, he would get what he needed in due time. But first, he wanted to build trust between them.<br/><br/>Gail came toward their table and set their beverages down and would return in a little while with their entrees. Tolek sighed in awe and marveled at his oversized spiked coffee. Carefully grasping the handle of the warm cup, he took a big sip and hummed in his baritone resonance. He reveled the flavor along with that touch of alcohol -- just one way of letting the Polak's nerves calm down in order to be more comfortable in his skin. But in the bigger scope of things, he chose not to associate himself with people for fear that somehow they would get hurt. That's how things always turned out...<br/><br/>He took one more sip of his beverage and set it down on the saucer and decided to lean inward to voice his response to Trevan. They were closer in proximity but mostly for the sake of information not being eavesdropped by any other persons. His eyes fell on Trevan once more as he answered as earnestly as he could.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"So, as you can tell by my accent, I am not from the states. My parents and I moved around a few times before we finally settled on living in Houston. It wasn't our dream home by a long shot, more like a house of hell. However, I only knew of this. I couldn't convince my parents to leave, even if they wanted to believe me."</span>He paused for a moment. Trevan could have deduced what was going to come out of the other male's mouth.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"Our house was haunted by malicious spirits, well most of them. Only two protected me, and if it weren't for them, I wouldn't be alive."</span>Tolek gave him the condensed version, because, one, they were out in a public, and two, it was difficult for him to reimagine and visualize the horrors all over again. He needed to be in the right mindset to properly allow himself to be vulnerable.<br/><br/>Trevan understood his situation and offered to keep things casual. Tolek was relieved to know that he wasn't a forceful person, otherwise, they were certain to butt heads.<br/><br/>Now, in terms of taking a tour of Austin, Tolek wasn't exactly a social person, but if there were any decent breweries or any artistic districts, then that would pique his interest.<br/><br/>Tolek smiled and was about to state his possible preferences, but as if right on cue, Gail came out with their Texas-sized plates; she informed them to watch out so they wouldn't burn themselves.<br/><br/>His pound-and-a-half Barbequed Brisket was going to be one of a heck of a challenge to eat in one sitting, but he could take a to-go box and save it for the next day. Nothing wrong with being frugal and resourceful, and it certainly wasn't worth getting into a silly food coma.<br/><br/>After taking a few bites of probably the best meat he's had in years, he thought about his hobbies or lack thereof of them. His complexion was lost in the comfort of such delicious food that it took him a moment to gather his composure. He pressed his back into his chair, chewing a big piece of meat, and gulped it down his throat.<br/><br/>His attentions were back at Trevan who seemed to be enjoying his flank steak.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"My hobbies are slim. I enjoy driving, photography and listening to classic rock tunes. What about you?" </span>He inquired, raising his brow with interest. His tongue in the meanwhile was subtly gliding and scraping along his teeth inside his mouth, savoring that smokey flavor. What could he say? He really enjoyed delectable food and took pleasure in having some time off from work.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"Oh, before you answer, I needed to tell you what <b>Doskonały </b>means. It means 'excellent.' I am pleased to know that languages interest you. If you are curious to know more, I don't mind teaching you a few words while I'm here."</span>He eased up on his tone, attempting to break out of his shell and continued eating his meal.