The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora & ReijiTabibito)
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				Title: <strong>The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 08:59:37</strong>
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				Aaron Joseph was on his way to work…when the event that changed his life forever transpired.&nbsp; The late twentysomething had graduated from college with a degree in Business and in Economics.&nbsp; He hadn’t quite yet gotten his MBA, but that was in the works – he was going to business school, but for the position that the young man was working right now, he didn’t need it.&nbsp; And although he was rising fast on the corporate ladder, Aaron figured that he had time before he really needed to start worrying about it.<br><br>Despite his success in the business world, however, he found that he never really had a steady relationship.&nbsp; Not since high school, anyways – in college he was too busy studying to earn two degrees, and after graduation, the business world proved to be one that required a large chunk of his time, so he rarely had any time to pursue a relationship, what between all the meetings, and corporate stuff done after business hours and what not.&nbsp; But, he had never really given up hope, not yet.&nbsp; He’d give up hope when he got up to the executive level, but not before.<br><br>Little did he knew that a chance encounter this morning was going to change his life – and him – for the rest of his days…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 00:32:42</strong>
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				New York was such a busy place, and Danielle had no clue where she was. She was once a tourist here, her home a small lake town in northern Oregon. She had made the mistake of coming here on her own after graduating communications school. It was only meant to be a short stay to get acquainted with the higher culture and she planned to go home. But she had found herself stranded in the city, her resources running out. Instead of admitting defeat and returning home with nothing, she decided to get a job at coffee shop and continue pursuing her career. The problem, she was a bit too lively, a bit too random, and every time she caught a break she'd cause some sort of chaos to lose it.<br><br>Still, Danielle skipped through Time square amidst the morning crowd, unconcerned about the rush. Never concerned about making it to work on time, as always. A silly grin was stuck on her lush rose lips, her deep blue eyes glinting in the morning sun despite the haze of exhaust fumes. Her hair was long, blond, light and airy as it flowed down to her waist. It was summer time, so she was wearing a very simple white cotton dress with a pattern of cherries, it hung down to her ankles but was tied around her waist. The dress hinted at her figure, but it was obvious that she wasn't poorly proportioned or endowed. White loafers with loose socks adorned her feet. A small white purse hung from her right shoulder. <br><br>She skipped as if she was walking down a country road, the sights and sounds of the city, at least the more aggressive, stressful, vicious ones, seemed to bounce of her with no affect. It seemed like the woman was protected by some sort of happiness barrier. It was amazing that she didn't walk into a post, as half the time it seemed like she was gazing upwards instead of looking whe.......<br><br><strong>OOF!</strong><br><br>It happened, Danielle skipped straight into Aaron, her chest basically smacking into his violently as they collided with enough force to send them both toppling over. Her hands were flapping as she tried to avoid falling over top of him. That failed, but at least she didn't lose her purse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 06:17:39</strong>
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				Aaron had been coming around a corner when he felt something collide with his body, and sent him falling down onto the pavement on his back.&nbsp; “Ow,” was the first thing that he managed to get out after violently being moved to the ground.&nbsp; He looked up at whatever it was that had put him in this position.&nbsp; And was a bit surprised to find that it was a girl.&nbsp; What was more, this girl…seemed a bit out of place for a locale like New York City.&nbsp; She had that kind of country-girl goofy look about her.&nbsp; Plus, her clothes – a white dress with cherries all over it.&nbsp; That was decidedly not the sort of thing that he was used to people wearing to work.&nbsp; Assuming she was even going to work.&nbsp; Maybe she was a tourist.&nbsp; Yeah, a tourist, that helped explain things a lot.<br><br>“I’m sorry,” he said, sitting up, looking over at the girl he’d collided with.&nbsp; “Here, let me help you.”&nbsp; Sliding out from under her, he stood up, and promptly helped her stand as well.&nbsp; Putting down his case, he took off his jacket and started brushing stuff that had gotten on it from the impact.&nbsp; It wasn’t torn or damaged, thank God, just had a bunch of ground stuff all over the back.&nbsp; That was easily fixed, no problem.&nbsp; Plus, it being the summer, he usually only wore the jacket to and from work, not while he was there.<br><br>Once that was done, he put the jacket back on and picked up his case again.&nbsp; Now he had to deal with the girl.&nbsp; Great.&nbsp; Talking on the spot was not something that he was generally good at – especially for people he’d just run into on the street for the first time.&nbsp; “So, ah…”&nbsp; He tried to think of something to say to her, scratching the back of his head while he racked his brain, looking for just about anything halfway decent to say to her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 01:56:08</strong>
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				"I'm so sorry!! I didn't see you!"<br><br>These were the words she managed as he slid himself out from under her. As he offered to help her up, she just knelt there, staring up at him. He was a guy, but she could read his aura, he wasn't like the other guys in this city. There were really strong positive vibes floating around him, which meant he had to be a good person, didn't it? Danielle took a minute to stare into his aura, awestruck, a deep blush crisscrossed her face.<br><br>While he was thinking of something to say, she smiled, then leaned into him, taking a sniff and quickly backing away.<br><br>"Are you wearing cologne, what kind?" she asked, her accent obviously not New York, the voice having a more soft airy quality that resonated her calm and determined happiness, "It smells really good. Well, you have to get to work, everyone here does. I do to, I work somewhere with a bunch of restaurants in a row, so then I remember the street the place is at. Ha ha, well, thanks for breaking my fall and everything. I know! I'll give you this!"<br><br>She dug into her purse and pulled out a small pink pebble that was perfectly smooth, oblong in shape.<br><br>"Here take it, it's a stress stone, it'll bring happiness."<br><br>Placing the stone in his hand as he stood there, she smiled at him sincerely. Then her eyes opened as if shocked.<br><br>"I'm late now, Janice is going to kill me!" she said, "Nice meeting you! Bye!"<br><br>With that she went to run off, it would only take a few seconds minute for her to disappear into the crowd without even exchanging her name or number. But even if he did nothing, were they not destined to meet again?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 03:40:16</strong>
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				So, she definitely wasn’t from around here – her accent was wrong for this part of the country.&nbsp; But, she had said that she worked here.&nbsp; Maybe she was a recent arrival to the city?&nbsp; One of those Broadway hopefuls who ended up waiting tables?&nbsp; Well, it sounded like she had the ‘waiting tables’ part down, at least, if she worked on a street with a bunch of places to eat.&nbsp; He was then surprised when she suddenly leaned in and took a deep sniff of him.&nbsp; It was a bit rude, to him at least, but she wasn’t from around here, and she didn’t know him that well, so he let it pass.<br><br>“Ah, yeah, it’s, ah, Calvin Klein.”&nbsp; It wasn’t the most expensive stuff on the market – but he really didn’t need to be at that level, not yet.&nbsp; Aaron wondered what she was doing when she rooted through her purse, looking for something to give him.&nbsp; He was about to say that she really didn’t need to do anything for him, but by that time, she’d already given him the small stone.&nbsp; He stood staring at it, and by the time he realized she was gone, she’d disappeared.&nbsp; Well, damn.&nbsp; Now all he was left with was the stone.<br><br>He took a look at it.&nbsp; “A stress relief stone, huh?”&nbsp; He’d heard about these things – colored rocks with special properties, but he’d always had it pegged as just another fad that would come and go.&nbsp; Shrugging, he put the stone into his pocket, and proceeded to head to work.<br><br>“What a morning,” he said to no one in particular.&nbsp; He collides with someone from outside New York on his way to work, they have something of an awkward conversation, and she gives him a pink stone for being nice to her.&nbsp; Only in America.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 03:25:59</strong>
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				The next couple of days, Danielle's coworkers tired of hearing about the tall gentleman who smelt really good and had an aura of genuine purity around him that men didn't have. It wasn't the only thing she thought about, but when she got around to telling a story she'd tell it three times to each person she liked before she stopped, and she liked a lot of people, so word spread.<br><br>"Did you get his name?" Janice asked, her accent a bit hard.<br><br>Her boss, Janice was a short and skinny red head with a freckled face and a somewhat defined jaw line. She was often seen holding up her forehead with her right hand, her right elbow with her left hand, especially when talking to Danielle.<br><br>"Weeeeell......" Danielle said, "Nope, didn't ask, but if I'm to meet him again, isn't that supposed to be fate? I don't believe in love at first sight, besides, I don't think he's really my type. His aura matches, but it's so strange for a guy to have an aura like that! It's like he doesn't match! I'm so fascinated I just want to know more about him and find out what is going on because that is the only way I will know why there is no matchingness between him and his aura!"<br><br>Janice stared, "Know what?"<br><br>"What?"<br><br>"GET BACK TO WORK!" Janice screamed.<br><br>"Right, right!" Danielle said, snapping to attention with a smile, "The customers await!"<br><br>Danielle waited on tables at Little Joe's Cafe on Restaurant Row. This time, her white dress featured oranges. Her hair swayed back and forth as she bounced between tables and the kitchen. Every time to she spoke to people, it was as if they were most interesting people she ever met. People were requesting her, a lot, but the fact that she sometimes spaced out or spent to long talking when they were busy was a constant frustration for her bosses.<br><br>Soon, she was with an old man, nodding seriously as he made his selection, taking notes slowly and carefully as if writing the answer to a test. Yet, for some strange reason, the old man couldn't help smiling, amused with her style. Not delaying him too long, she skipped back to the kitchen to make the order.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 04:01:51</strong>
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				It was after hours already – well past five – but Aaron was still having to work.&nbsp; Entertaining prospective clients was part of his job description, and the company said that they could always use more clients.&nbsp; More clients meant more money, which meant more profit, which meant better things for him…it was the cycle of things here.&nbsp; This evening, he was entertaining the best and worst kind of client.&nbsp; Best, because he was the kind of rich that signing him would make a man’s career, like Aaron’s.&nbsp; Worst, because he was the crazy kind of rich – a real eccentric.<br><br>Eccentric how, you might ask.&nbsp; Eccentric because he had enough money himself, never mind that he was being sought by a company, to afford a three-digit, multi-course meal.&nbsp; And yet, somehow, they had ended up going to a little mom and pop restaurant on Restaurant Row – Little Joe’s Café.&nbsp; Not that Aaron minded too much – he could go for burgers and fries instead of porterhouse steak and veal – but he felt two things.&nbsp; One: he was going to have to watch his toes around him.&nbsp; This kind of eccentric could swing pretty wildly at times.&nbsp; Two: this was more something to do with friends and coworkers, not clients whose net worth was somewhere around a quarter billion with-a-capital-B dollars a year.<br><br>They had taken a company car to the restaurant, with Aaron helping the client out of the car after he’d gotten out.&nbsp; Taking him inside, they waited for about five minutes before the hostess led them to a table in one of the corners of the room.&nbsp; All that was left for them now, was to wait until their particular server showed up to take their orders…<br><br>…little did Aaron know that what had transpired on an early morning commute to work a few days ago was about to come back to haunt him, and his promising life.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 02:12:49</strong>
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				The door from the kitchen burst open, as Danielle held a large ripe fruit that looked like a giant grapefruit high in her left hand as if it was some kind of magical orb that would defeat the dark overlord who was seeking to conquer the great city.<br><br>"Pomelo! Pomelo! Pomelo! Pomelo!" she exclaimed loudly as she approached the fateful table.<br><br>She knelt before Aaron's client, bowing humbly, and presenting the ripe Pomelo, now cupped in her hands, to the said client. Her look was solemn and dignified, with all the seriousness of a noble event.<br><br>"You sir, I present this Pomelo of Power. As you are the fateful hundredth customer that I have waited on today. Oh noble consumer of food stuffs, this honor is presented to you, that you may enjoy at your leisure. May it bring the happiness that comes from the responsible management of your power."<br><br>She gave him a moment, hinting for him to take the gift, but if he didn't she would set it on the table and bounce up with a smile. A pink notepad was ready, and she sort of giggled happily, her eyes closing a little.<br><br>"Hi, I'm Danielle, your faithful servant for our time together, what will you two gentlemen be having!?"<br><br>Then she noticed Aaron, blinking for a second before everything registered.<br><br>"I know you, you're the man with the Goddess aura! A Goddess among men!" she said, almost in awe, "I knew I'd see you again, it has to be fate!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 22:20:27</strong>
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				The client was more than happy to take the gift from the quirky waitress – a definite sign of his eccentricity, to Aaron.&nbsp; But, when you were worth what he was, you could definitely afford a minor – or even a major – degree of it.&nbsp; “Thank you, young lady,” he said, chuckling.&nbsp; “I certainly appreciate what you’ve done.”&nbsp; He set the fruit off to the side, for the time being.<br><br>It was when she got back up that Aaron realized who it was.&nbsp; It was her!&nbsp; The ditzy girl from that day when he had been going to work.&nbsp; Well, she had said that she worked at a place on Restaurant Row…at least, so he remembered.&nbsp; <br><br>“Goddess aura?”&nbsp; His eyebrows went up.&nbsp; “I’m sorry, I do remember you…but I’m afraid that I don’t believe in stuff like that.”&nbsp; Aaron still did have the stone – the ‘stress relief’ stone – that she’d given him in thanks.&nbsp; Though, he really hadn’t tried it out yet – New Age stuff like that wasn’t exactly his thing, after all.&nbsp; Fate, maybe.&nbsp; Everything else?&nbsp; No.<br><br>Aaron looked across the table to his client.&nbsp; “Sir, if you would order first…”<br><br>“Of course,” the old man replied.&nbsp; “Danielle, I’d like to have an iced tea, extra sweet and with lemon, and the turkey club sandwich, if you would.”<br><br>Next was Aaron’s turn.&nbsp; “I’ll have water and…”&nbsp; Then he was interrupted by the client.&nbsp; “Son, loosen up a little, please.&nbsp; I know that your company wants me as a client, and that they’re probably pressuring you to close the deal, but I want you to know a little secret – you’ve already got me.&nbsp; You did things that I haven’t seen men twice your age, with years of experience, do.&nbsp; So, I’m willing to sign on…but only if I get to deal with you.&nbsp; Understand?”<br><br>“Yes, sir.”<br><br>“Good!&nbsp; Now relax and order what you want.”<br><br>The weight seemed to disappear off the young man.&nbsp; His eyes flicked over to the counter.&nbsp; “I’ll take a Sam Adams on tap, and a Reuben sandwich.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 04:53:47</strong>
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				Danielle smiled brightly.<br><br>"You're certainly welcome sir!"<br><br>As Aaron spoke and addressed the client, speaking fast.<br><br>"Let me tell you a little story. I was walking around time square enjoying the summer breeze and guess who walked right into me! Well, I fell forward and was knocked on top of him. My bosom was pressed against his, and he just simply slid himself out and then helped me up. And while I was gazing at him, I noticed it, at the time I wasn't sure was his aura was so beautiful, but then I realized it. It was a Goddess aura, this man was the reincarnation of an immortal Goddess and a protector of peace and order in the world. I just know thats the case, I mean I completely know it, well... I think that's at least the way I'd like it to be! So I was completely mystified and gave him my most valuable stress reducing stone to help guide his aura into its most complete fruition. Oh right, that's the whole story, but now I'm meeting him again isn't that wonderful! Okay, sorry, what would you like to eat now!"<br><br>She nodded, taking their orders with diligence.<br><br>"Okay," she said, the repeated the orders, "Be back in a jiffy if the cook is fast!"<br><br>She skipped to the back happily as if this was the best day of her life, which was basically the way she always skipped around the cafe. She tilted her head back a little once inside, she had never asked him his name, oh well, she had a feeling she'd know soon enough.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 05:17:15</strong>
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				Both Aaron and the client watched the definitely loopy girl head back to the kitchen to place their orders.&nbsp; Aaron, while no longer pressured to close him as a client, still spoke to him, regarding the things that Danielle had said about their meeting, and so on.&nbsp; “Sir, about what she said, about auras and stress relief stones, I…”<br><br>“Son, I heard you the first time.&nbsp; And I’m gonna tell you this just once, so you need to listen, okay?&nbsp; I don’t care what you do in your personal life – you’ve got the best mind that I’ve seen in a long time, and I know you’ll do me justice.&nbsp; Aside from that, I really don’t care.&nbsp; All your coworkers could say you’re as mad as a March hare, and that wouldn’t mean a thing.”<br><br>Aaron paused for a moment, listening to the old man’s words.&nbsp; “Thank you, sir.”&nbsp; The young man wasn’t sure why, but he always felt the need to explain himself to other people for…potentially embarrassing things that had happened.&nbsp; Maybe it was his workplace – the firm positively thrived on gossip, and political maneuvering and trying to beat out someone for a spot.&nbsp; Part of why Aaron had done so well was because he ignored all that, and just did the best work that he could.&nbsp; Granted, that approach had made him some enemies at work, but everyone had enemies there – it was impossible not to.<br><br>It was a bit weird, though, running into the ditzy girl from back then, though.&nbsp; &nbsp;He shrugged it off, though, for the time being.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 01:37:14</strong>
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				She was back with the drinks in no time.<br><br>"Okay, we've got one iced tea extra sweet and a Sammy Adams."<br><br>The drinks were down on the table. She turned to Aaron.<br><br>"Hey mister, would you like to try a Mango-Melon Mellow smoothie instead! It's my latest creation for beating the summer heat. I make them myself, and if I sell enough, I get a bonus. So pleeeaassseee, please, please buy one Mister Goddess!"<br><br>Until she knew his name, she would always call him Mister Goddess, that is what she decided.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 01:43:52</strong>
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				"Well..."&nbsp; Aaron hesitated for a bit, and he thought about it for a moment.&nbsp; He then came up with a solution.&nbsp; "Tell you what.&nbsp; If I've got enough room after the meal, I'll buy one from you for dessert, okay?"<br><br>He smiled, hoping that that would be enough to satisfy her for the time being.&nbsp; It was a good thing, he decided - it wasn't saying yes, but it wasn't saying no, either.<br><br>"And my name's not Mister Goddess.&nbsp; It's Aaron, Aaron Joseph.&nbsp; So you can call me that instead, okay?"&nbsp; He wasn't particularly comfortable with the somewhat embarrassing nickname.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 00:55:31</strong>
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				"Wonderful!" she squealed.<br><br>She actually twirled around a full 360 degrees while holding her circular tray in front of her hips.<br><br>"I'll even take you back and show you how I make them if you want, maybe even your friend here will want one. he can have caffeine right, because I use Mountain New to make them. Oh, that's right, I never got your name, but you have mine. Aaron Joseph, that's like to first names in one. Wait, wait, I could call you Goddess Josephine, that's such a pretty name!! Hee!"<br><br>Without another word, she ran off to tend to some other customers. Their food was served without incident, without further comment from Danielle, and the quality was on par with the usual fare around the city. There was a bit of a surprise for dessert,<br><br>"Two Mango Mellon Mellow Smoothies on me!" she shouted.<br><br>For a second, it looked like she was going to trip, spilling a smoothie all over his client, but she caught herself, and the desserts were placed gingerly on the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 07:33:15</strong>
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				Aaron had a relaxed, and in his opinion, successful meeting with his new client.&nbsp; This was good.&nbsp; He couldn't really remember the last time when he had taken out a client and not been under some sort of pressure.&nbsp; The food was pretty standard for Restaurant Row, but at least the prices weren't outrageous.<br><br>After she had come back out, he saw the two smoothies on the tray.&nbsp; Well, they looked appetizing enough.&nbsp; He was about to stand up and try and help catch the tray, but seeing that Danielle had recovered herself, he sat back down.<br><br>"Good save," he told her as the food was placed on the table.&nbsp; "How much do we owe for them?"&nbsp; Even if he only ended up taking a couple of bites from them, they had already been made, so he felt that they should be paid for.&nbsp; Plus, it was on his expense account, so there really wasn't any money issue there.<br><br>Except for her, maybe.&nbsp; She might depend on what she got from these to live.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 08:21:44</strong>
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				She smiled, happy at the compliment. Still, she wished he'd been a bit more flirtatious. Not that she knew exactly what she wanted, but she kept thinking he was rather aloof. It was making her feel rather shy and a bit nervous trying to impress him so much. Especially since he wasn't trying to impress her.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"How much do we owe for them?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Nothing, they're a gift silly! Hurry try it, you'll like them!'<br><br>Mango-Mellon-Mellow: Blend chunks of sliced mango and melon with vanilla ice cream until smooth, then add the can of citrus soda.<br><br>And she stood there, watching Aaron intently, right in front of his client with fiendish eyes, awaiting the fateful first bite as if she had nothing else to do in the world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 08:25:35</strong>
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				Well...bugger.&nbsp; Maybe she wouldn't tell him what they cost, but he'd compensate her - a twenty-five percent tip, rather than the normal fifteen percent that he left behind.&nbsp; He wasn't about to take something for free, especially if they were at cost to her.<br><br>And she seemed to be in an awful hurry for him to try them, as well as expressing an unhealthy interest in it...well, maybe she was just looking for validation or something, someone to tell her that her work was good.<br><br>Picking up a spoon, Aaron carefully pushed it into the dessert, and tried a bite of it.<br><br>Even though something was still bothering him about the whole thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 08:32:11</strong>
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				It was a normal dessert, made as described above. Danielle looked between the two, but primarily at Aaron.<br><br>"Well, did you like, do you really like it, are you going to finish it? What do you think, tell me! Tell me!"<br><br>She was actually jumping up and down with her fists in front of her chest like a spoiled kid wanting to know if her parent was impressed with what she made, even though it was a rather simple thing. If he didn't like it, and didn't prove so by eating every last bit as if it was the best thing in the world. She'd feel destroyed.<br><br>She turned to the client, "How about you Mister Pomello, do you like it?" <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 08:36:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				God, she was like a kid with too much sugar on her hands.&nbsp; How in the world did she manage to get a job?&nbsp; Not just here, but period?&nbsp; Well, here went nothing.<br><br>"It's alright.&nbsp; Got a very distinct flavor to it.&nbsp; I bet you could take it to some advertising company and make it big."&nbsp; It was good, yes, but not outstanding, but he wouldn't tell her that.&nbsp; He carefully continued to eat it.<br><br>"Young lady, I'm sure that just by being able to sell them here, that they're a worth addition to the menu."&nbsp; Being older, he was a bit more polite than Aaron, and he knew to eat the whole thing, not just out of obligation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 23:41:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her smile sort of twitched, then deflated.<br><br>"It's, alright, it isn't good then" she said, "It's alright, but, but, I don't want to sell it."<br><br>She started to fill up.<br><br>"I, I-I w-wanted you, to like it. I m-made it with love, j-just for you!"<br><br>And with that she darted off toward the kitchen, tears flying from her eyes. Had she just confessed her love for him, well actually, she had, or was she merely in love with the aura she saw around him? In her heart, she felt that he really didn't like it that much but was trying to be nice because he was a good person really. But she didn't want that, she wanted him to genuinely like what she made. She found a table in the kitchen where onions were being sliced and stood there, sobbing.<br><br>"Danielle, get to work," someone shouted.<br><br>But they didn't understand how she felt right now, she needed a few minutes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 23:48:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aaron watched her run off.&nbsp; He wanted to stand up to go after her, and tell her that he did like it...but he was stopped by the hand of his client, who looked at him and shook his head.&nbsp; "Son, don't go changing what you said just because you made her feel bad."&nbsp; Aaron opened his mouth to say something, but the client continued.&nbsp; "You gave her an honest opinion, which is what she wanted.&nbsp; It would've been cruel for you to say that you liked it and was really good when you didn't believe it."<br><br>Aaron took a few breaths, then abandoned his ideas to go after her.&nbsp; The old man was right.&nbsp; If he went after her now, she'd just think that he was saying it just to make her feel better.<br><br>Besides, he self-reasoned, she was way too fragile and quirky, it seemed.&nbsp; Though it was a mystery to him how someone could have things like this happen to them on a regular basis, and not develop some sort of thick skin or resistance to it.&nbsp; She just...didn't really seem to fit anywhere in this world, really.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 04:45:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His client may or may not have been right. But it was a moot point, as Danielle felt like a failure. Having the one with the goddess aura enjoy what she made meant so much to her that she felt utterly broken. He didn't even eat it all, he was so careful with it, as if he had to be polite but really didn't like it all. And it was a recipe not an invention, she couldn't sell it.<br><br>Another strange thing happened, the mood of the whole establishment seemed to darken. Actually, there wasn't much seeming. What had been a peaceful happy place was now full of bickering, the servers who had been all smiles suddenly seemed stressed and snappy. Some customers, previously satisfied, were complaining about the food and untimely service. The old man was stomping his cane for service. Smiles were dropping like flies into frowns, even downright sad or mean expressions. It was almost like, they were out of fantasy land and back in NY again. <br><br>Danielle did something she never did before, complained of a stomach ache and left early. Aaron wouldn't see her again today, not unless he was really good at searching, but by the time he thought to it would most likely be too late.<br><br>A skinny waitress chewing on blue gum bought the bill. She had a lifeless voice, sounded depressed and laconic, yet moments before she had been busy as if the job meant the world to her.<br><br>"Danielle had to leave but she paid for both your deserts, she's stupid like that," she said, "I'll clean up and hold tip for her. Here's your bill, will that be cash or credit?"<br><br>Of course, nothing was stopping him for asking about info on Danielle, and he knew she worked here.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 04:55:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Credit," Aaron replied to the other waitress, handing her his firm's corporate account card.&nbsp; He had noticed the shift in the restaurant's mood.&nbsp; The servers were decidedly unhappy now, the customers complaining about the service - even his client seemed a bit on edge.&nbsp; The only one seemingly unaffected by this...was himself, for some reason that he couldn't explain.&nbsp; Maybe he had just been in business long enough, and had a level enough head to not let whimsical things like a girl's crying get to him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Um, that girl, Danielle...do you know where she lives?&nbsp; Or, if you don't know that, when she works here next?"&nbsp; He wanted to apologize, say that her idea was good...but he needed time to come up with something good.&nbsp; Something that would sound convincing to her.&nbsp; Though, if she was as airheaded as she seemed...that probably wasn't going to be too difficult.<br><br>Aaron waited while the charge was put through.&nbsp; When she came back with the receipt, and had to fill out the tip line for her, he left her a thirty percent tip.&nbsp; Guilt influenced?&nbsp; Hell yes.&nbsp; But it was, right now, about the only thing he could think of doing to make himself feel better about what had happened between them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 06:24:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why, you have the hots for her?" the other waitress asked, snarling at him mildly. "Then maybe next time you should treat her better and leave her tip in cash."<br><br>That was all that was said, as it seemed his second server was developing an attitude.<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------<br>An Apartment on 77th street.<br><br>Danielle sighed, collapsing in her cot and staring at the ceiling that looked as if it wanted to do the same. Really, she had felt like she made too much of the whole thing now. Perhaps tomorrow, she would go to the park, and dance by the fountain.<br><br>This Aaron, and his goddess aura, she couldn't quite, get him out of her mind. How was it possible, that she would ever fall in love with a man. Well, that was over, she had to let it go. But his aura, it was the aura, why did he have a female aura about him? He couldn't be mean, no, not with that kind, gentle, aura. And as she fell asleep, she knew they would meet again, it was destiny.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 07:53:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aaron would have responded...but it was obvious that the mood in the diner was catching.&nbsp; Swallowing, he took the old man out to the company car he'd used to drive here, and then drove him home to his house outside of the city proper.&nbsp; By the time that he had gotten home, it was late, and starting to become dark outside. Closing the door to his upscale apartment - he was paid very well - he looked himself in the mirror as he got undressed and took another beer out of the fridge.<br><br>He felt bad.&nbsp; He’d made a single slip-up (despite having gotten the client, which was what his firm had wanted), and caused a girl to cry.&nbsp; Granted, that happened a lot today, but that didn’t keep him from feeling bad about it.&nbsp; He had just wanted to be honest, that was all.&nbsp; Was honesty unkind?&nbsp; At times.&nbsp; But something he’d learned in life was that it was sometimes better to hurt people with the truth sooner, then have them hurt worse by a lie later.<br><br>Well…maybe he’d get the chance to apologize to her and see her again.&nbsp; After all, this was a big city.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Girl of Their Dreams (Nazora &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 03:55:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong><span class="bbc_u">A Fountain in Central Park.</span></strong><br><br>A pink stereo was laid on the ledge of the fountain, without the slightest care of who might steal it. The CD was slipped inside and the sound was turned up as loud as possible. Daniel was in a flowing pink summer dress with short sleeves, white stockings, and pink dancing shoes. She jumped up on the ledge of the fountain As Pachelbel's canon in D major began to play. Soon she was dancing, eyes closed, hair swaying in the breeze.<br><br>With very slight movements, she stepped across the narrow stage of the fountain, her arms swaying in tune to the music. At first she walked in light steps, a very slight skip, swaying her arms as if they were a gentle ocean wave. Until the strings played with more enthusiasm, and she began to twirl back towards the radio. She bent down and then launched up, unfolding like a flower before twirling once more and stretching out her legs to bounce and spread her arms as if she could take flight.<br><br>The music continued to play, her knees bent, her body swayed, her eyes remained closed, and yet always she remained in the center of the ledge. Her expression retained a neutral peace, one of joy and refinement. People began to gather, silently watching her dance until she&nbsp; her pose stiffened into an upward gaze, her back arched, at the conclusion of the music.&nbsp; 
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