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 Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 1:20 pm
 The book lay open and waiting upon her folded legs but her eyes were focused elsewhere. One hand clenched something hanging from a ribbon around her neck and a light pink was coloring her cheeks. This marshmallow of a chair had always been her favorite spot, but since meeting him here she had come to treasure it for whatever reason. They had only exchanged a short conversation in her opinion, but it was evident that there was more going on between them than a simple argument. She had felt something akin to what all of her love stories called a spark, and since then it had grown into a small flame.
Blinking her golden eyes a few times she cleared her throat and once again tried to pay attention to the text in front of her. The words were there and her eyes scanned over them but there was absolutely no comprehension for her thoughts kept wandering to that day and to that man. A small giggle sounded in her throat as she thought back to his button flying through the air and the look on his face as he watched. They were complete opposites and yet there had been evident attraction between them. No. There had been more than simple attraction. The key felt warm and content pressed into her palm and she thought of the lock he wore so protectively upon his belt. Fate maybe?
The sound of a clock ticking in the distance caused her to snap out of her musings and jump quickly from their…her chair. Spinning quickly so that she may see the clock her eyes widened and she swiftly grabbed her purse and placed the book back on it shelf before running out the door. “I’m going to be late!” She exclaimed. Though she had only just met him Lily could tell that Corbett was a very punctual man, and seeing as this was their first date, she really didn’t wish to upset him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 11:52 am
 Corbett checked his watch; did he tell her the wrong meeting place? No, he was sure that they agreed on this coffee house at 4 pm, the time they met. His eyebrows drew together in thought; they should’ve just met at the bookstore again. They both knew where it was and exactly where they would chose to meet. But he thought that it’d be very nice to treat her to a late tea and possibly a snack depending on her appetite. He wasn’t sure what to expect out of her; a picky eater or a ravenous one.
He pursed his lips together due to a slight embarrassment and nerves as he watched other pockettu pass, couples even. He felt his cheeks flush thinking of her. He hadn’t sewn the button back onto his vest; instead he put it in his pocket and forgot it had even existed. It made him feel a little carefree, wild even. What proper gentleman wonders around with his vest unbuttoned? Nowadays, this gentleman did. He leaned gingerly against the building, not wanting to wait in the coffee house and have her think he wasn’t there to greet her. Quite the contrary, he was so excited and nervous he thought the other button on his vest was going to pop off due to the sheer amount of conflicting energy.
He wanted to be in her presence again, see her ribbons of soft, pink hair. His cheeks flushed again. Bringing himself back to reality, he checked his watch. 4:10pm. He allowed himself a small smile as the thought, “She’s late.”
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 11:09 pm
Her shoes clicked obnoxiously on the sidewalk as she began jogging toward the coffee shop he had suggested. She knew she was late which caused adrenaline to flash through her system which, in turn, caused her to run just a little faster. A tiny voice in the back of her mind reminded her that, should she push too hard, she would show up with frizzed hair and a brow glistening with sweat. This thought caused the corners of her mouth to turn down in a frown, how she hated rational thinking. In a futile attempt to save herself she began combing her fingers through her hair as she ran which ended up doing nothing more than winding the pink tendrils into more knots. “Crap..” She uttered breathlessly, a small sensation of hopelessness weighing her shoulders down.
When at last the coffee shop came into view she reigned herself in, stopping before a window to check herself and make final adjustments before allowing herself to be seen. Once she had smoothed down her hair and righted her dress she peered around the corner, her golden eyes resting on the perfect stranger she was to meet here. Her heart fluttered as she took in his tall figure and the neatly combed red hair that had first drawn her gaze to him. Placing her hand over her chest she gripped the key and took a deep breath. “Just walk up and say hello you nitwit!” She chided herself. Lily was not used to feeling nervous in the presence of men, she had been so used to speaking with them in the past, but he was different. With a nod of assurance she stepped around the corner and waved lamely, kicking herself the instance her hand came up in such a ridiculous motion. “Hello!” She called out, unable to keep the slight edge of nervousness from her voice.
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