Serendipity [Inkidu & Xiin]
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				Title: <strong>Serendipity [Inkidu &amp; Xiin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 05:11:23</strong>
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				Mike Stonewall was understandably a little nervous. He'd met a really nice girl on the bus ride home. She'd gotten off before him but he thought they'd hit it off, he asked her out for coffee. Mike was a little early for the date but he didn't want to blow it. <br>He checked himself in the shiny side of a napkin holder. His own face worried back at him. He was tall, six foot two or so. He was a swimmer, biker, and a runner so he wasn't worried he looked too imposing without any appeal. <br><br>He had short almost white-blond hair that was offset by his fairly tanned skin. He had gray eyes and his face was looked, very average... he sighed. He supposed his nose was a little longer than average but not in a bad way. Just a kind of narrow looking way. God, he was obsessing over his nose. The truth was he was kind of hoping to impress this cutie. <br><br>He'd not been in a serious relationship in... well too long.&nbsp; He straightened his red dress shirt and smoothed his black pants. He'd changed for the date. His work clothes were a little used. His black shoes tapped on the coffeehouse floor. He checked his watch. Still early. <br><br>He ordered his coffee. Gosh she was cute. Really curvy, she'd been smart, and clever. It was one bus ride but she had a very magnetic personality. Plus his job at the firm was done. He was a paralegal, it was dull. He ordered a coffee and waited. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Serendipity [Inkidu &amp; Xiin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xiin</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 05:42:49</strong>
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				Stepping into the cafe, Meghan Summer was nervous, for entirely different reasons than Mike. She knew she looked good - but that wasn't the point. Her long chestnut hair was swept up in a loose french braid, and she wore a scoop-necked black sweater that only served to emphasize the paleness of her skin. Skinny designer jeans were tucked into low-heeled leather boots, and one hand steadied the purse she'd slung casually over one shoulder as she paused by the door, looking around. <br><br>No, it wasn't her looks she was shy about... it was her job. This was the first time in a <em>long</em> while that Meghan had gone on a date with someone who didn't know what she did for a living, and though it was refreshing in a way, she almost hoped it wouldn't go well, because if it did, Mike would eventually find out about her job, and then... any sort of chance at a true relationship would be shot to hell. <em>Because,</em> Meghan thought cynically, as her smoky green eyes finally fell on the figure in eye-catching red, and a smile bloomed on her glossed lips, <em>they always thought a porn star wanted nothing but sex.</em> It had happened to her far too many times in the past, and it was exactly the reason why she rarely dated now, even with those who already knew who she was.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she banished the negative thoughts from her mind, choosing instead to focus on the here and now. It only took a few steps for her to reach the table, and the smile became a real one as she gestured to the coffee on the table. <strong>"I'm sorry I ran a little late. I'm glad you didn't wait on me to order, though..."</strong> Slipping her purse off her shoulder, Meghan pulled out the unoccupied chair, and settled herself into it gracefully, chattering all the while. <strong>"I'm a really horrible slowpoke when it comes to deciding what I want in places like this - there's always so many choices!"</strong><br><br>Finally pausing for breath, she grinned up at Mike, one hand toying idly with the menu that had been set on the table. He was easy on the eyes, and the red dress shirt only emphasized his dark tan. There was a hint of nerves around the grey eyes as well, similar to the one she'd noticed before, on the bus. It was sort of cute, and Meghan's smile only got broader as the last of her own nerves dissipated. <strong>"So..."</strong> Flipping open the menu, she spoke with her head down, a stray lock of hair falling over her face as she skimmed over the choices. <strong>"What's good here?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Serendipity [Inkidu &amp; Xiin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 17:39:04</strong>
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				He couldn't help but mentally ogle her when she walked through the door. Luckily he caught himself before his jaw could drop. Those soft features, the chocolate cascade that was her hair. No wonder she'd grabbed his attention on the bus. Along with some other male commuters. Though some of them seemed to recognize her. Nah, he was just imagining things that was all. She didn't strike him as particularly famous though with looks like those she should be. <br><br>The sweater really emphasized more than her pearly skin though. He coughed lightly, "I don't know I've never actually eaten here before, but you can't go wrong with any of the coffees. His nervousness seemed to just evaporate. She was very charming and down-to-earth. It did wonders for putting him at ease. "So, it was Meghan wasn't it?" he asked. That's what she'd said on the bus when the agreed to come here. Though they hadn't swapped numbers. <br><br>He was hoping to remedy that, "What do you do for a living, Meghan?" he queried. "I do paralegal work myself. She seemed just a tad apprehensive about that subject, he could tell. He sipped his drink as he waited for her to give a reply. God, she was pretty though, and he wasn't just thinking about the contents of that sweater or those jeans. It was the way she walked into the place and sat down. Something undeniably sexy in her.
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				Post by: <strong>xiin</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 16:17:09</strong>
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				<strong>"Yes."</strong> Meghan smiled, amused that he felt the need to make sure he had her name correct - it was rather sweet of him, and indicated just how nervous he had been on the bus earlier. <strong>"And you're Mike. Right?"</strong> <br><br>The simplicity of the conversation settled her, and gave her an extra boost of self-confidence, and on impulse, she closed her eyes and dropped a finger on the page. <strong>"Well, then. Since I can't go wrong with the coffees..."</strong> Looking down on where her finger had landed, Meghan gave a wry, one-sided smile. <strong>"Looks like it'll be fattening, if nothing else. A White Mocha."</strong> Her melodious voice took on a slightly higher pitch as she read from the menu, <strong><em>"'A fantastic treat for anyone, Our White Mochas are made from pure organic materials, and topped with our Signature Whipped Cream.'</em> What do you think?"</strong><br><br>Turning her eyes back to Mike, she was about to add more, when he popped the question. No, not <em>that</em> question, the one about her job. Her expression didn't falter at all, as the lie she'd practiced so many times in the mirror snapped into place, though inwardly she cringed. <strong>"I work in entertainment."</strong> <br><br>Meghan had not been in her industry for this long to not know a few tricks about distracting men, (or women, for that matter) and though she hated to do it, she leaned forward, crossing her arms over the table and settling herself so her breasts were pushed up slightly in a way that men could rarely ignore. The gesture looked innocent enough, but she hoped it would serve it's purpose - to distract Mike from their current topic of conversation. <strong>"So, paralegal, huh? Sounds like a lot of work. What do you do in your spare time, then?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Serendipity [Inkidu &amp; Xiin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 21:49:10</strong>
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				Mike gave her breasts the appropriate attention but it wasn't long. More of a quick glance. "I run, swim, things like that." entertainment huh, maybe some kind of localization agent or something. Advertiser, that was probably it. No need to spend too much time on it. "My workload just depends on how many cases we have going on at a time." It was good work. Nice pay. <br><br>"So what do you do in your spare time?" he returned to her. "Entertainment must be a busy field how do you stay in such wonderful shape, if you don't mind me asking." he said with a small smile. Her job seemed infinitely more exciting than his own. He sat back in his chair. He didn't even know where this was going to go. He hoped a second date.<br><br>The sun was painting the sky red as it trekked downward. He found her very, well sexy wasn't the appropriate word, a good word for her but not the word. Flirty, was more like it. He stretched absentmindedly and took her in. "You've got really pretty eyes." he said, cliche but true. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Serendipity [Inkidu &amp; Xiin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xiin</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 18:28:07</strong>
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				Rather more impressed about the fact that Mike had only done a slight glance towards her uplifted breasts rather than a full ogle than she wanted to admit, Meghan smiled. <strong>"Running <em>and</em> swimming? Why both?"</strong> She was genuinely curious, and it reflected in the way she cocked her head as she considered possible answers to the question. While she had done both in her high-school years, nowadays she tended to stick with running, using it as a means to clear her head and keep her body in the trim shape it needed to be for the filming. Realizing that she had begun to lean further forward in her contemplation, she sat back, uncrossing her arms. <strong>"So.. what's your workload like now?"</strong><br><br>Any further comment she would have made was cut off as a waitress approached them, cheerful smile on her face. Meghan placed her order for drinks, though she asked to keep the menu. Turning back to Mike once she'd finished, she flashed a rueful smile. <strong>"I don't know how you feel about girls who eat, but I'm really starving... with a craving for fries. Do you think they have that here?"</strong> She hadn't quite gotten to the food part of the menu yet, but even as she spoke, her fingers were flipping through the pages, green eyes skimming quickly over the entries. <strong>"Aha! They do! Would you like to eat, too?"</strong> Pushing the menu over so that Mike could see, Meghan flashed a triumphant smile as she pointed out the entry. <strong>"They make it sound so delicious, too..."</strong><br><br><strong>"In my spare time?"</strong> Mind going back to their previous conversation, Meghan repeated the question as she thought it over. <strong>"I run, to keep in shape. I started yoga last month, but I'm not sure how well that's going for me. As for the rest... I enjoy a good book now and then, and chick flicks. I know,"</strong> Meghan gave a cheery shrug, as though deflecting any mock criticism that could come her way, <strong>"chick flicks are so stereotypical, right? But they're fun."</strong> <br><br>The silence lasted for about a minute, before Mike's comment jolted Meghan out of her current reverie about the latest flick she'd just watched. <strong>"Oh."</strong> Unexpectedly, a light blush came out over her cheeks as she realized he'd been genuine. <strong>"Thank you, that's so sweet!"</strong> And <em>rare</em>. Usually, the compliments were aimed towards less innocent parts of her body, and those were easily brushed off. This one, however, gave her a little tingly feeling inside. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Serendipity [Inkidu &amp; Xiin]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 22:02:58</strong>
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				Mike listened actively and returned her questions with answers. "My workload's not bad at the moment." He mused over a while until she pointed out the fries. "Well they don't get paid to make it sound unappetizing do they?" he quipped back, mirth in his voice, "Sure I'll split one with you unless you want the whole thing?" he said. <br><br>He stretched his shoulders and looked into her face. "I like movies too." He couldn't say he particularly cared for the chick flick but he wasn't going to say that. He strummed his fingers lightly on the table and looked at her. She was really very gorgeous. Her skin was a nice porcelain shade of white not pale per se. "Maybe we could go see a movie soon?" he offered. "You're welcome, by the way," he said catching himself when she acknowledged his compliment. "I can't believed that actually worked. I thought I was being cheesy..." he admitted clearing his throat lightly.<br><br>Her hair was very neat in that French braid. He was sure she looked better with it let out but he didn't say anything like that. The fries eventually worked their way to the table they shared and he let her have first go. He was determined to not let her pay. That wouldn't do. Call it chauvinism if you want to but he preferred to see it as good training.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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