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Post by Danika Markus on Jan 3, 2009 6:55:36 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes playfully, setting her teacup down and folding her hands in her lap. "That's not very nice, is it?" she arched an eyebrow.
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Post by Severin di Franco on Jan 3, 2009 6:57:55 GMT -5
"I'm sure he's a wonderful person, and obviously good at what he does. But he's not exactly my topic of choice." He shook his head slightly, reaching up to brush some hair out of his face.
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Post by Danika Markus on Jan 3, 2009 7:00:04 GMT -5
"If not him," she leaned forward very slightly in her chair, uncrossing her legs and then crossing them the other way, "then what is?"
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Post by Severin di Franco on Jan 3, 2009 7:02:17 GMT -5
Watching her, he smiled to himself. 'my topic of choice...' he mumbled. After a thought or two he sat up straighter. A very serious look on his face, a deadpan tone to his voice.
"Women."
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Post by Hadyn Jarvis on Jan 3, 2009 7:06:58 GMT -5
"Women?" she repeated, and then she leaned a bit further in. "Which women?" she asked, and she looked around the room without turning her head, sweeping her brown eyes from side to side with an interested smile on her face, accented by a very subtle biting of the lower lip.
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Post by Severin di Franco on Jan 3, 2009 7:10:03 GMT -5
His eyes moved nonchalantly through the room. "Very few women in this room-" not that there were still a lot"-one. Maybe two of them at the most."
He had to admit, it was cute. How she was acting.
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Post by Danika Markus on Jan 3, 2009 7:13:30 GMT -5
"No need to be shy," Danika said to him, glancing over at one of the girls at the next table. She was fond of several points of interest on the girl, and was doing further research as she spoke to him. "Which two?"
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Post by Severin di Franco on Jan 3, 2009 7:16:22 GMT -5
"Which two?" He laughed softly, pretending to look again. Eyes bypassing Danika on purpose. His sight fell on another girl. Not as pretty as the girl in front of him. But better, in his humble opinion, than the rest of the people in the room. "Her." He nodded lightly in her direction.
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Post by Danika Markus on Jan 3, 2009 7:20:36 GMT -5
Danika sneaked a look at the girl in question out of the corner of her eye and smiled. "Ah, okay," she muttered to herself, and then she looked back at him. She knew who the second one was, it wasn't as if she was naive or pseudo-modest or anything, but that didn't mean she couldn't be just a bit coy. "And the second?"
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Post by Severin di Franco on Jan 3, 2009 7:22:02 GMT -5
"Don't play games." He gave a short, soft laugh. "I happen to be superficial enough not to talk to anyone I have no interest in."
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Post by Danika Markus on Jan 3, 2009 7:30:58 GMT -5
Danika leaned back and raised an eyebrow, keeping the rest of her face as still as stone. My, he had huevos, didn't he? Oh, she liked it. So direct, so demanding. Danika liked being told what to do. Sometimes. "I'm afraid that you have been much more indirect than I have, mi amor." She smirked. "Beautiful women like being told that they are beautiful. It's my only flaw."
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Post by Severin di Franco on Jan 3, 2009 7:33:29 GMT -5
"I'll bet." He smirked a little, moving the almost forgotten croissant over, setting his arm in it's place. Leaning on the table a bit he wiped the smirk away. "Well. You're beautiful. Gorgeous. Radiant. And, of course, you know it. I think that makes it even better."
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Post by Danika Markus on Jan 3, 2009 7:36:59 GMT -5
She smirked, leaning against the table, crossing her arms in the space between her chest and her food. "And you know it, which I definitely think makes it better," she smiled. "I've been seduced by Italian men before. So, tell me, what exactly makes you special?"
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Post by Severin di Franco on Jan 3, 2009 7:38:58 GMT -5
He let a soft laugh.
"Darling, Italian men aren't me. They wish they could be me."
Simple enough.
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Post by Danika Markus on Jan 3, 2009 7:48:21 GMT -5
She also laughed, and leaned back. She finished off her tea and took another bite of her crepes before picking up her plate and moving it out of her way. She tucked a bit of hair behind her ear, and tossed some over the opposite shoulder. She uncrossed and crossed her legs again. "In my experience, men that are so confident are either very good at what they do, or absolutely dreadful."
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