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 Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 2:53 pm
Naomi "Sometimes the idea of love should just leave me alone."  Naomi walked with him. She had little experience with organic foods but it could not be that bad. She was not the healthiest of eaters and had only managed to keep her figure with her training by their aunt's house. Now though, she giggled lightly at Vincent's behaviour and stepped through the door before him. He had been right. It was a Friday night and there was only a handful of customers if so much and most of them were not eating as yet by the looks of it. She grabbed Vincent by his hand into the food outlet. "Hmm, it smells good in here. We should get a table." Naomi held his hand securely and led him through the tables to the one near the centre. "Is here good enough for you?" Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 8:39 pm
Ashely.
Nothing will stop me.
Stepping out of the taxie, she paid the man.
Giving a sweet smile, reaching
in and grabbing her two bags.
"Are you sure you don't need any help miss?"
The old and kind of gruff man asked. "No sir."
She answered in her small, voice.
For being freshly eighteen
she didn't sound,
or really look it. "Thank you again."
Giving a small bow she turned
towards the cafe.
Her new job, and her new home.
A woman named Naomi had given her the job
job as a baker almost a week before,
And was kind enough to give her some time to
get things squared away with her family. Tucking
the smaller of the two bags under her arm,
and the other one she pulled be hide her.
She made her way up to the door,
turning the handle and peeked her head inside.
Her grandmother would die if she saw her right now.
"This is for you grandmum."
She spoke up to the sky
as she walked in, shutting
the door gently be hide herself.
"Hello?"
She called out.
....
Silence.
"Well poop..."She said as she
looked around the dark
and empty cafe.
Looking around she let go
of the larger bag.
Finding a note on the counter.
Explaining where everyone
was and leaving her a room key.
"Awww, so sweet." The
note was signed.
"Naomi"
She reached in to her
smaller bag and placed
a small box of chocolates
on the counter with a
note that read.
"Hello everyone, I am Ashely!
Please to meet you."
With a small happy face
and heart on it.
Taking the key she found
her way to the stairs
and to her room.
She figured the cafe
was closed now.
So she would unpack
and get ready for
work in the morning.
Not even my heart.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 8:39 am
Vassili
Vassili chuckled as she pulled away breathlessly. He gulped a little of the wine down and then looked at her.
"Oh I'll try again, but maybe just playful touches for the rest of dinner. Just wait till I have the raucous sounds of a show to hide your moans and squeals." He chuckled again, his hand crawling up her leg once again.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 8:48 am
Vincent
"Well its alright, but it is right dab in the middle of the room. What if we wanted more privacy." He pulled her away from the center table to one of the five booths in the whole restaurant.
"I may like being in the spotlight, but that's when I'm going stag. Right now I got a hot date and would rather talk with her than anyone else." He pushed her gently into the booth and slid in across from them. A waiter arrived almost two seconds later.
"Two waters please, and give us a few minutes to look over the menu."
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 9:51 am
Sal ♫ ♪ "A heart should learn music before it beats for another." ♪ ♫ ♪  Just the thought sent shivers up her spine and the placement of his hand was only encouraging it. Sal blushed furiously as she looked out at the patrons. The place was packed and consisted of mainly couples. A few were mature but the age group was lower for the rest, making her and Vas the youngest couple in the place. A waiter passed by and rested a basket of breadsticks before them with an apology for it being late. This made her giggle but she picked up one to show that there were no hard feelings. As he walked away, Sal bit into the appetizer and moaned for a completely different reason. The thing was scrumptious and she would know. The young woman snuggled against her date and said, "Mmm, you should try these. They're really good. Mom used to make them but never shared the receipe with us. Oh, Nami and I were little flour heads," another bite, "and I guess we still are." Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 10:49 am
Naomi "Sometimes the idea of love should just leave me alone." Naomi eyed the middle of the room with saddened longing as Vincent tried his sweet lines with her. She should have been more firm with him if she had so wanted to be in the middle. She blinked oddly at the waiter as he left them with menus. The first page reminded her that she was terribly out of place so she closed it and looked over at her date.
"I'm sure that's true and all but I was really looking forward to the middle table. It's open and out there. Besides, if we did need more privacy, there is always the fun of making it." She smiled at him before redirecting her attention to the menu. "Of course, what do I know about having fun in public and not getting caught? We should focus on what to order. What are you having? I have no idea what to get. I used to the complete opposite if you can believe that." She twisted her nose, habit that only showed itself when she was too nervous for her own good. [I'm posting for Jordan this round. Just - not now.] Jesus is my Lord ♥
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 11:50 am
Јoʀδan ×I never promised you that I would not be that guy...  Once Vas and Sal had entered the restaurant, Jordan continued his meal in silence, not caring for the local radio stations at the moment. When that was over, he washed up as best as he could and pulled out of the alley. It was just a few hours before midnight and with so much time to spare before he could delve into his case properly, he was feeling a bit lost. That was the reason that he used for suddenly shifting his car onto the path that would lead him to the Cafe. It was the only location that he was sure about in this part of the country. He was a block away when the taxi pulled up to the front of the building. Jordan cursed himself for the jolt of concern that he felt, forgetting that Naomi was not home. But who was that? The Ferrari slowed down, he parked and got out just in time to see a young girl enter the Cafe. There was no sign of forced entry but still, the database had nothing on a little redhead. Intrigued, he ran across the busy road and knocked on the door.
"Hello?" ...This is not my apology.×
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 12:00 pm
Ashely
Hard Working Day Dreamer
Ashely had
changed once up in her bed room. Putting on a pair of fitted
blue jeans and a nice fitted white dress top.
She tied on an apron she
had brought with her as
she made her way down the stairs.
"I wonder what I should start off with..."
She asked herself.
Not even sure what was made in the back.
She let out a happy squeal at the idea
of baking for others again,
she had so many thing she could make!
And she was sure they could teach her
a few things..but wait.
Was someone knocking?
Someone was knocking!
"Oh!" She said as her boots gently
clicked against the floor as
she ran to the door, her hair
falling out of the small white
ribbon she had tied it in.
She opened and it looked up at the
man standing on the other side,
stepping aside she held the door open,
and gave a bow.
"Hello Sir."
She greeted him in her soft voice.
"Welcome to the Cafe."
She shoot him a sweet smile as
she stood up from her bow, the locks of red falling over
one of her shoulders.Who dreams of a day of never working again. 
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 12:25 pm
Јoʀδan ×I never promised you that I would not be that guy... Jordan had been leaning against the post, facing the closed the door when she came downstairs. He approached the door as she opened it to welcome him. Who was this girl? He could not remember ever seeing her before then or hearing about her. Regardless of that, he entered into the Cafe. Of course, this was the first time that he had been in there but he knew everything about the land, the time period for construction and other such things. For that, it felt too familiar. His eyes wandered but then he remembered the girl still holding the door for him.
"Thank you," he said, in the most kind manner that he could manage. She looked like the sweet type but in his line of work, appearance was not everything. His eyes never lost his hardened stare as he asked, "What business do you have here? As far as I can see, this place is empty and you could be an intruder." He proceeded to circle her, looking her up and down with hardly any movement in his head and locked the door at the same time. ...This is not my apology.×
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 12:42 pm
Ashely
Hard Working Day DreamerShe let the door shut
as he came in. Me? She thought,
me an intruder? She felt insulted.
"Miss. Naomi hired me about
a week ago, I am the new baker sir."
She took the small white ribbon in her hand
tied back her hair,
making sure it was out of her face. "
It seems everyone is out on a date today.
I was suppose to be here a week
ago, I just had some family issues."
She stated, the sweet
chime to her voice
leaving for the moment.
Her family did this to her,
and she hated it.
"Are you looking for something?"
She asked,
crossing her arms loosely over her chest. "
Or could I offer you a drink or
something sweet to eat? It will take
a bit of time because I don't believe
anything is made yet,
but if you are willing to wait I am willing to bake."
The heel of her foot made a click as
she turned to move away from him,
moving towards the door to the back.
He was odd, and seemed
rather cold and to
top it all off rude! Who dreams of a day of never working again.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 2:35 pm
Јoʀδan ×I never promised you that I would not be that guy... Her story was probable. It was a fairly new business so Naomi's main priority would be to hire people as fast as she could. The girl still looked out of place to him. It was night time. Who cared for pastries at this time of the day?
"I wasn't looking for anything, per se," he lied, following her to the kitchen most likely. "It's almost midnight. Who eats pastries at this time of night? What are you going to offer me to drink, coffee?" Jordan chuckled at himself. "I think that you should go outside. There's nothing to do here." He leaned against the doorsill. "Anyway, I'm waiting on anything. I just wanted to make sure that everything was okay in here. Naomi is a friend of mine." Another lie. They came so easily to him that if he wished hard enough, they seemed real. He looked back at the little girl before him. ...This is not my apology.×
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 3:00 pm
Ashely
Hard Working Day Dreamer"Pfft" She said to him.
"You can have sweets at any hour!"
She leaned against one of the cold steal counters.
"I know, i just wanted to get a feel for his kitchen.
So much bigger then my grand mums..."
She said trailing off for a moment.
Her grandmother would have loved this kitchen.
"Well, I am new where. What is there to do?"
She asked, as she stood up and let
her hair out of the ribbon.
Her home town had a few stores, and everyone
hung out at the local book store. But she wasn't
sure about here. why was he so cold? Was he scared
of getting close to people."You know Miss.Naomi?" She asked happily. "we have only talked on the phone, but
she seems so delightful!" Sitting the ribbon in the pocket of her apron that too came off, setting it on the cold steal table. Who dreams of a day of never working again.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 3:25 pm
Јoʀδan ×I never promised you that I would not be that guy... Jordan frowned. "Yeah, I know her. She's a real peach." He shrugged off the sill and dug his hands into his pockets, already walking back to the front door. He had to get out of there. He would call his superiors and check out the girl's story. He did not need any interference this time around. However, the thought had him stopping to turn and face the skinny kid in front of him. He took a few steps in her direction. "I don't know this place all that great either but the inner most square is not too bad. When you're finished wth your melodramatics here, that would be your safest bet for a good time and returning in one piece. Now, good night, Ma'am." Jordan did not wait to hear her response. He did not have to. It was of no concern to him. He walked out of the door and waited for the traffic to ease so he could get to his car. ...This is not my apology.×
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 5:34 pm
Ashely
Hard Working Day DreamerMelodramatic?
She was not pleased with this.
She watched him god, just
planing on staying be hide.
She should really just..her feet had
started to move before she
could stop herself. Leaving her apron
and ribbon on the steal counter.
"Hey!"
She called out, but by the
time she got to the door and saw him
standing on the other side of the street.
She shut the large door be hide her as she locked it.
Sticking the key in her pocket.
"Hey!" She called to
Jordan. Looking at both ends of the street,
she figured it was safe to cross. Safe as in,
almost getting hit by a mac truck.
But safe none the less. Once a cross the street
she tried to catch her breath. "He-hey!" She called
to him. "Why do you run off so suddenly? Randomly
show up, insult someone you don't even know
and then leave?" She asked standing up, her
pale cheeks now a rosy red as she looked up at
the much taller man.
Who dreams of a day of never working again.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 6:26 pm
Јoʀδan ×I never promised you that I would not be that guy... Jordan was a few feet away from his car when he heard the footsteps. On instinct, his hand reached for the gun that he usually carried with him but fortunately, he caught sight of who it was before doing so. What did she want? She looked out of breath with those flushed cheeks. He did not want to answer her questions but his silence is that which had brought her here. He breathed heavily and helped her up.
"Look, kid, it's as I told you. I saw you go in there. Naomi is a friend so I got worried and if your feelings are that easily hurt, it's not my fault." Jordan let go of her and stood, looming over her head. What was she doing out here? Oh right, he had suggested that she hang out in the unfamiliar neighbourhood. He wiped his face absentmindedly, still eyeing her. What was she, ten years younger than him and out on her own? The thought reminded him of his childhood, however short it had been. "If you're still looking for a night out on the road, I'm offering you a ride." He turned on his heel, heading for his car. "I don't need some girl getting into trouble when I could have prevented it. So, if you want in, come on. I have things to do." ...This is not my apology.×
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