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A/N: This fic doesn't really have a purpose. I just wanted to flex my
creative muscles so to speak. If you want me to continue with it, please
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*** The air was crisp and refined as Jessie Sammler stepped into Central Park with her toasted bagel and mocha frappacino. Smiling she sipped her drink and strode down the sidewalk. But this girl seemed somehow out of place. Like she oozed Hollywood or some other classy imaged place. Like she belonged behind a red rope where no one else could touch her. Where she'd be with the witty stars she must've known she belonged with. At the ripe age of nineteen Jessie was still in school, NYU, and still had an deliciously exuberant childlike attitude. After she'd graduated Jess had moved immediately up to NYC to be with her long term girlfriend. Jessie strode quickly down the concrete sidewalk that wound through the seemingly concrete park. Her movements seemed graceful as though her she was some model with long legs and straight blonde hair. Granted she was pretty enough to be a model but she didn't exactly fit the profile. Shoulder-length blonde curls formed an aureole around her gorgeous visage that led down to her trim figure. She didn't have short legs but they weren't long either, a nice medium if you will. Her eyes shone through the rough city that surrounded her, deep, intelligent, and a gorgeous dark blue. Anyways as she came up to a bench she sat down and looked around the park, her eyes searching. It was mid-January and still very cold in the big apple so, needless to say she was dressed for the weather. With tight, dark brown, seude, leather pants and a long sleeved, ribbed, black, v-neck sweater underneath a light, courderoy, khaki jacket and some polished black dress shoes she was dressed to kill. Her full lips curved into a smile upon seeing what she'd been looking for. Unlike Jessie, this other girl simply cut through the grass, deciding not to waste time on the winding sidewalks. Still smiling Jessie watched the dirty blonde mutter something to herself as she bent over to avoid hitting an empty tree branch. This new girl wasn't just the type who looked like her movements were that a model, she had the appearance of one too. Straight dirty blonde hair, skinny stomach, full lips, long legs, and constantly curious forest green eyes. Our model here didn't ooze Hollywood though. She oozed a New Yorker attitude, the poster child for the city. Young, smart, sarcastic, fashionable, and overall the type of girl you'd expect to find in New York. So how would someone describe this? Easy, Jessie described it as Katie Singer. Katie stopped in front of the blonde angel waiting. She didn't plan on sitting down to talk. Sighing Jessie got up. Just like Katie, she thought, always on the go. Katie was dressed for city life. She had on some tight black pants and a long sleeved white ribbed sweater with the sleeves rolled up and a dark black coat swung over her arm. As she stood Jessie took another bite of her bagel, looking up at the other girl before she handed the rest of the bagel to her. Jessie had eaten half of it, and as was the duo's morning routine she gave Katie the other half. "Aren't you cold?" asked Jessie, concerned. "Not really, I walked kinda quickly from the gallery so my body still hasn't had time to realize it's freezing out here," responded Katie, grinning. "I see, well part of your body has adjusted," tipped Jessie grinning as she looked up from Katie's chest. "Maybe that's not the cold," returned Katie, she still however pulled her jacket on after rolling the sleeves down. "Don't tempt me," Jessie replied honestly, laughing lightly. "So tonight what restaurant do you want to go to," asked Katie after softly kissing her girlfriend. "Mmm....Cor Leones," said Jessie, licking her lips she smiled. "That french place," asked Katie. "Yea." "I'll have to get reservations." "Already got em'," said Jessie grinning. Katie raised a brow, "if I didn't know better Miss Sammler I'd think you have something special planned for this evening." Jessie just smiled and linked her arm with Katie's walking down the sidewalk, "perhaps."
*** The air was crisp and refined as Jessie Sammler stepped into Central Park with her toasted bagel and mocha frappacino. Smiling she sipped her drink and strode down the sidewalk. But this girl seemed somehow out of place. Like she oozed Hollywood or some other classy imaged place. Like she belonged behind a red rope where no one else could touch her. Where she'd be with the witty stars she must've known she belonged with. At the ripe age of nineteen Jessie was still in school, NYU, and still had an deliciously exuberant childlike attitude. After she'd graduated Jess had moved immediately up to NYC to be with her long term girlfriend. Jessie strode quickly down the concrete sidewalk that wound through the seemingly concrete park. Her movements seemed graceful as though her she was some model with long legs and straight blonde hair. Granted she was pretty enough to be a model but she didn't exactly fit the profile. Shoulder-length blonde curls formed an aureole around her gorgeous visage that led down to her trim figure. She didn't have short legs but they weren't long either, a nice medium if you will. Her eyes shone through the rough city that surrounded her, deep, intelligent, and a gorgeous dark blue. Anyways as she came up to a bench she sat down and looked around the park, her eyes searching. It was mid-January and still very cold in the big apple so, needless to say she was dressed for the weather. With tight, dark brown, seude, leather pants and a long sleeved, ribbed, black, v-neck sweater underneath a light, courderoy, khaki jacket and some polished black dress shoes she was dressed to kill. Her full lips curved into a smile upon seeing what she'd been looking for. Unlike Jessie, this other girl simply cut through the grass, deciding not to waste time on the winding sidewalks. Still smiling Jessie watched the dirty blonde mutter something to herself as she bent over to avoid hitting an empty tree branch. This new girl wasn't just the type who looked like her movements were that a model, she had the appearance of one too. Straight dirty blonde hair, skinny stomach, full lips, long legs, and constantly curious forest green eyes. Our model here didn't ooze Hollywood though. She oozed a New Yorker attitude, the poster child for the city. Young, smart, sarcastic, fashionable, and overall the type of girl you'd expect to find in New York. So how would someone describe this? Easy, Jessie described it as Katie Singer. Katie stopped in front of the blonde angel waiting. She didn't plan on sitting down to talk. Sighing Jessie got up. Just like Katie, she thought, always on the go. Katie was dressed for city life. She had on some tight black pants and a long sleeved white ribbed sweater with the sleeves rolled up and a dark black coat swung over her arm. As she stood Jessie took another bite of her bagel, looking up at the other girl before she handed the rest of the bagel to her. Jessie had eaten half of it, and as was the duo's morning routine she gave Katie the other half. "Aren't you cold?" asked Jessie, concerned. "Not really, I walked kinda quickly from the gallery so my body still hasn't had time to realize it's freezing out here," responded Katie, grinning. "I see, well part of your body has adjusted," tipped Jessie grinning as she looked up from Katie's chest. "Maybe that's not the cold," returned Katie, she still however pulled her jacket on after rolling the sleeves down. "Don't tempt me," Jessie replied honestly, laughing lightly. "So tonight what restaurant do you want to go to," asked Katie after softly kissing her girlfriend. "Mmm....Cor Leones," said Jessie, licking her lips she smiled. "That french place," asked Katie. "Yea." "I'll have to get reservations." "Already got em'," said Jessie grinning. Katie raised a brow, "if I didn't know better Miss Sammler I'd think you have something special planned for this evening." Jessie just smiled and linked her arm with Katie's walking down the sidewalk, "perhaps."
