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 Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 1:08 pm
Cassius wondered if Fallon was starting to get sick of him. She had been a good sport through this entire meeting. Either way, he was thankful for her patience and kindness when speaking to him. She was obviously a very mature girl. There were not enough of those in the world. "I'll have to stop by sometime." He really was interested even if she didn't believe him. He wasn't sure he'd be a great dancer, though. "But will I get to dance with you at all?"
She shouldn't have been surprised to hear that question. He would have failed himself if he didn't throw that out there. "I guess I'll just have to be lucky for that to happen." Compliments or not, that part was probably the most true.
He too noticed that the place was getting busier by the second. What once was a quiet and intimate setting was now becoming a usual mob scene of people. How long had they been sitting there for? In Cassius' mind, time wasn't even going by. But according to his watch, he was surely mistaken. "Crap." finally left his lips, and he dragged his hand on his forehand dramatically. "I hate to leave someone's company that I am enjoying but I really have to head to campus." If he missed his meeting with his teacher, he probably fail the class. Cassius might have been an idiot, but he'd never fail a class.
"I hope I run into you at your club sometime. Thanks for joining me, Fallon. It really was enjoyable meeting me." Hopefully she enjoyed a part of meeting him as well.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 6:10 am
Fallon tapped a painted nail thoughtfully against her chin. "Depends on how well you dance," she said. Though Fallon liked to lead, she knew that knowing both roles in ballroom dance would only make her better. Before her father got into technology, he was a junior amateur ballroom dance competitor -- little known fact. Fallon thought it might make her father proud to see her dance the steps he knew so well. It didn't hurt that counting out the beats of a dance helped soothe any competing compulsions.
When Cassius began his goodbyes, Fallon simply nodded. She liked people who had schedules, even if it meant leaving her company. She'd done it enough to other people to not be miffed when someone did it back to her. "Sure," she said, sipping at her latte. "Good luck with your meeting." Fallon smiled and offered a brief wave, watching as the boy disappeared. Hm. What an interesting encounter.
A few minutes after Cassius left, Fallon finished her latte and disappeared out in the crisp winter air to head back to Crystal Academy.
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