Danyella smiled at the sound of a small bell as she opened the door of the little bookshop she had spotted. She tossed her long dark hair over her shoulders and looked around as she stepped inside. She glanced over all of the rows of books before her ice blue eyes came to rest on the piercing blue eyes that belonged to the shop keeper. She felt heat rising into her cheeks as she looked past his long dark brown hair and into what seemed to be his soul.
She grew hotter as she realized that he was watching her, and she wasn't sure what to do. She took a moment to catch her breath before walking gracefully toward the desk, a pair of black skinny jeans and a white tank top hugging her slim but curvy frame. "I was looking for a good book to read," she commented. When the man didn't respond to her comment, she put her forearms on top of the desk and offered him a small smile. "Do you have any suggestions?" she asked as she looked deeper into his eyes, expecting to be able to find out everything about him that she wanted to. Her eyes widened a little in shock as she realized that she couldn't see every single fact about his life the way she could with any other mortal being. To her, he was a complete blank. This was something that she had never experienced before.
Matthew took a deep breath and forced himself to look away from the most incredible set of blue eyes he had ever seen before. He growled a little as he realized that he was blushing and cleared his throat, hoping she wouldn't be able to notice. "That would depend on what type of books you're interested in," he finally answered. "There are millions of good books out there. It's all a matter of narrowing down the fields to decide which is a good one for /you/."
Danyella blinked at him and looked around at the shelves of books again, trying to decide what to tell him. "Recently I've been reading the histories of European nations, such as Greece and At... Italy, but they've started to bore me. They seem so repetitious and dull. I'm looking for something that will give me a spark, something to motivate me to do something," she answered, barely catching herself before she mentioned the sunken city that her mother sank just before she was born. She wished she cold tell him what she really was and who she really was, but she kept that thought to herself. She didn't even understand where that thought had come from, and she hoped she had enough self-control to keep everything a secret.
Matthew thought for a few minutes before he finally spoke. "Well, if you're interested in histories then you might want to check out the history of New Orleans." His smile broadened as he started talking about one of his favorite subjects, slowly leading her over to the correct section of books. "We have a very diverse one that will interest anyone."
"Sure, I don't know much about New Orleans. Do you know a lot about the city? Your eyes lit up when you talked about its history," she commented, walking behind him so she could watch the way he walked. He was a tall drink of water, and it was a bit refreshing to see that she couldn't see every single detail about him. "Maybe I should have you tell me about it instead of reading about it," she stated, flirting with him as she leaned up against one of the bookcases.
Matthew took a few moments to consider her suggestion as he browsed through the various titles. It felt odd to realize that the woman was flirting with him. That was something that he wasn't used to. He had been on a few dates in his lifetime, but he had never really been to object of flirtation before. He nervously cleared his throat and shifted from one foot to the other. After selecting a few titles, he held them out for her to take so she could look at them. "I would be happy answer some questions for you or tell you a few stories." He cleared his throat again. "Maybe, umm, maybe over dinner one night?"
She grinned as she saw his nervous body language and took the books from him, purposefully letting her hand touch his while making it seem accidental. "Sure." she responded. "I'll buy these, too, so I can think of some questions to ask at dinner. What night is good for you?" she asked as she sauntered back to the counter and put the books down on top of it. "You shouldn't be so shy," she commented. "You're good looking, a gentleman, and you have such a good vibe about you." She looked over her shoulder to find him still standing between the book shelves. He was a specimen of pure untapped human intellect and intelligence, and his body wasn't bad either. She found herself wanting to take a taste and find out as much more as possible.
Matthew felt himself blushing and shook his head. "I think you need glasses," he muttered under his breath before he walked back over to the desk. He took a few moments to ring up her purchases and bag them up for her before giving her another shy smile. "Is Saturday night okay? We're closed on Sunday so I won't have to bail on you early that night." He laughed a little. "Of course, you'll still have plenty of reasons to bail if you want to. I can't promise I'll be the most entertaining date. A lot of women find my stories to be boring."
She scoffed as she handed him the cash to pay for her books. "Saturday it is and I won't bail on you," she commented taking the handles of the bag before she gave him an encouraging smile. "You're the one who needs glasses, because I'm not like other women," she commented, moving to one of the chairs that were scattered around the store. "Is it okay if I stay and read for a while? I don't really want to head home yet," she honestly added hoping that wouldn't seem awkward.
"Stay as long as you want," Matthew responded. "We're open for another three hours yet." He smiled as he watched her settle in. "I'll even order you a pizza if you want." Before she could respond, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed the local pizza parlor. After placing the order, he smiled at her again. "I'm hungry, so we'll share."