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</div></div><br/>The blood orange looked delectable in the display photograph, causing Ever to pick one up one of the rounded fruits in order to sniff it. The peau d' orange flesh was thinner than a navel orange, which was a kind of orange that Ever loved to snack on. The citrusy aroma was appealing, but Ever thought that he should stick to the shopping list he brought with him. There were enough delights to be had within the produce section, some of which were actually on his shopping list. Maybe next time, Ever would come along with a recipe that required the use of blood orange or....<br/><br/>Ever hadn't noticed anyone standing nearby when he first arrived in the produce section, at least not as close as thought he heard the man's voice sounded like it had originated from. Ever's head slowly pivoted around to gaze at a man that appeared to be around his age or perhaps a few years older than himself, to acknowledge his presence. The sudden initiation of conversation instantly colored the dancer's cheeks, a polite smile forming upon his cupid's bow lips. Looking closer at his Botticelli face, the man would notice Ever's pale green, almost olive colored eyes lighting up as he answered his question.<br/><br/>"The oranges do look quite lovely, I just don't know if they are meant for me to peel and eat like a tangerine. I prefer things that I can easily pack and take to the studio with me. Looks like I might have to get a recipe, and return next time with it since the picture makes it look worth buying," Ever explained.<br/><br/>Ever's gaze was hypnotically drawn to the way that pale hand held the blood orange cradled in his fingers, slowly rolling it back and forth in his grasp as both men stood there to conduct their conversation. The dancer shivered involuntarily, snapping his attention back to the second part of the man's question. As his thoughts and senses returned back to him, so did Ever's soft tenor.<br/><br/>"I have never had a blood orange before actually, although I am open minded and will try anything at least once." he chuckled, sounding like a cacophony of musical notes instead of a laugh.<br/><br/>"Last week I was busy and couldn't linger too long here to look at the Japanese Tiger melons. So I've returned and I am wondering if I should buy one. Do you think they're any good?" he asked the stranger, "$25 for a melon sounds like a lot for such a little melon."<br/><br/>Ever didn't remember having seen this particular man here at the marketplace before, because he would have remembered seeing a strikingly handsome guy like him. His silk spun hair cascaded past the angle of his shoulders, and left Ever fighting the strong urge to stroke its softness. When Ever realized that he was being incredibly rude, he extended a hand towards the blonde man in order to introduce himself properly.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, but my name is Everest Kasala. Most people just call me Ever. It's nice to meet someone with an appreciation for produce like myself." Ever joked, revealing a wicked sense of sarcastic wit.<br/><br/>And if awkwardness was considered a disease, Ever True Kasala was certainly the vector for it.