Part 18
In the Jingle Jangle Morning, I'll come following you
She sips her fruit juice in small, delibrate sips. "You know I never really learned much about you, what do you like to do for fun?" She says coyly.Her Hazel eyes lighting up a little. It amuses me in a way, but I am too much of a gentleman to laugh. It seems so innocent, as if we had only just met, which was not exactly true. She seems a bit high-strung. I wonder what's up. Maybe she will tell me.
"I paint, mostly, and sing with this little Jazz band I am in. Well, that is when I have the time. I am also a very good battleship player." I say, I do not want to sound boastful, because I am not really boastful, but in a way I want to impress her.I can't be sure, if shes playing with me though, she is a master at CTS, and acting.
"I have always been an art lover.What do you paint?" She takes another small sip of the fruit juice. I take a sip of my coffee. She gives me a small smile. The waiter will be back soon to see if we are ready for our orders, I see him watching us, boredly. I should call George up, and tell him I have found a duck for him. He would find that highly amusing. Maybe, if I hadn't picked up Alex, I may have.
"All kinds of things." I say, giving her a secretive smile. I figure, she already knows all this, since she probably was the one who was suppose to come find me. Maybe, she became attracted to me, by my files. That would be extremelly amusing. I mean, there has to be some reason she rushed in to save my life, at Arnaud's complex. I think its cute that she is trying to get to know me.
"Like what?" She asks, with curiosity, that seems a bit fake, but in a way, I think she wants to know my answer.
"Well...Right now, I am doing this series called "As the Papers fall." They are potraits of stacks of papers." I say, false seriousness etched all over my voice. I give her a smile.
"Really, why on Earth would you do that?" I look deep into her hazel eyes, she thinks I am serious. She didn't catch the smile, shes nervous, her eyes keep shifting, but why is she nervous.
I laugh. "No. Why would I do that? Where's your sense of humour, Monroe....I'm sorry, Can I call you Alex...Monroe sounds so formal."
She smiles. "Well, I have been working with Fawkes and Hobbes so much, and you know they can't tell jokes that often straight faced. One of them always cracks up, -or- is confused." Her eyes shift again. She then gives me a small smile. "Sure, you can call me, Alex, we are friends right?"
"Sure....Am I making you nervous?" I ask, catching her gaze.
She gives a small titter. "Why would I be nervous of you?"
"Why wouldn't you be?" I asks, mainly as a joke.
She grins. "I am nervous in a way, I read your files, and..."
I raise an eyebrow. I see the waiter start to come over with the menus. "And?"
"And...Well, ...I don't know how to say this....I really liked what I saw. I mean it seems you were the type of guy I always wanted to date, and I feel guilty for not really talking to you before."
This throws me off guard for a little. "Really?" This is interesting, very, very interesting.
She nods.
(more to come)
In the Jingle Jangle Morning, I'll come following you
She sips her fruit juice in small, delibrate sips. "You know I never really learned much about you, what do you like to do for fun?" She says coyly.Her Hazel eyes lighting up a little. It amuses me in a way, but I am too much of a gentleman to laugh. It seems so innocent, as if we had only just met, which was not exactly true. She seems a bit high-strung. I wonder what's up. Maybe she will tell me.
"I paint, mostly, and sing with this little Jazz band I am in. Well, that is when I have the time. I am also a very good battleship player." I say, I do not want to sound boastful, because I am not really boastful, but in a way I want to impress her.I can't be sure, if shes playing with me though, she is a master at CTS, and acting.
"I have always been an art lover.What do you paint?" She takes another small sip of the fruit juice. I take a sip of my coffee. She gives me a small smile. The waiter will be back soon to see if we are ready for our orders, I see him watching us, boredly. I should call George up, and tell him I have found a duck for him. He would find that highly amusing. Maybe, if I hadn't picked up Alex, I may have.
"All kinds of things." I say, giving her a secretive smile. I figure, she already knows all this, since she probably was the one who was suppose to come find me. Maybe, she became attracted to me, by my files. That would be extremelly amusing. I mean, there has to be some reason she rushed in to save my life, at Arnaud's complex. I think its cute that she is trying to get to know me.
"Like what?" She asks, with curiosity, that seems a bit fake, but in a way, I think she wants to know my answer.
"Well...Right now, I am doing this series called "As the Papers fall." They are potraits of stacks of papers." I say, false seriousness etched all over my voice. I give her a smile.
"Really, why on Earth would you do that?" I look deep into her hazel eyes, she thinks I am serious. She didn't catch the smile, shes nervous, her eyes keep shifting, but why is she nervous.
I laugh. "No. Why would I do that? Where's your sense of humour, Monroe....I'm sorry, Can I call you Alex...Monroe sounds so formal."
She smiles. "Well, I have been working with Fawkes and Hobbes so much, and you know they can't tell jokes that often straight faced. One of them always cracks up, -or- is confused." Her eyes shift again. She then gives me a small smile. "Sure, you can call me, Alex, we are friends right?"
"Sure....Am I making you nervous?" I ask, catching her gaze.
She gives a small titter. "Why would I be nervous of you?"
"Why wouldn't you be?" I asks, mainly as a joke.
She grins. "I am nervous in a way, I read your files, and..."
I raise an eyebrow. I see the waiter start to come over with the menus. "And?"
"And...Well, ...I don't know how to say this....I really liked what I saw. I mean it seems you were the type of guy I always wanted to date, and I feel guilty for not really talking to you before."
This throws me off guard for a little. "Really?" This is interesting, very, very interesting.
She nods.
(more to come)