The Artist Gets a Message
Squall groaned as he played back his anatomy painting instructor's message again. She was meddling with his assignment once again. This time she wanted him to do a male nude, but she would supply the model. She didn't say who the model was. He also had to do some talking to the model to find out who he was or something. This fact made him suspicious. It looked like Quistis was up to something, but Squall was too tired to think about it. It was early in the morning and he needed coffee.
Coffee, however, was the great legacy in his family. Most people did not know that Squall Leonheart-Loiere was heir to a great coffee empire. His father was the current CEO of Starbucks. Laguna's father had run it before him. It was only natural that Squall would want to run it next. He didn't really, but he would probably end up getting played into it like everything else in his life. He'd been talked into a prep school for most of his school years, and then sent to this little college in the middle of nowhere.
Squall slogged down to the parking lot. His life seemed to consist now of early mornings, which meant coffee, which he was trying to escape. That, and lonliness. Envying the happiness of the couples around him, Seifer and Zell, now Irvine and Xu. He'd so hoped that the boy he'd heard about, Irvine, would work out. It didn't.
He drove to the nearest Starbucks, parking next to a car that, from the way it was jacked up, said that it's owner was in the car parts shop, and another that was as close as possible to the door of the Blockbuster Video. Squall pushed open the tinted glass door. There was no line, suprisingly, and he got right up to the front.
"Double mocha expresso." He flashed his ID, startling the new worker into submission.
"Immediatley, Sir!" the guy gibbered, almost knocking over his fellow worker in his haste. Worker #2 looked up at Squall, and began to apologize for his friend.
"Sorry about Watts. He's kind of... well... spazzy. I'm Zone, by the way."
"Nice to meet you. Squall Leonheart." Squall was impatient with these people.
"Leonheart, eh? Well, that explains it. Here's your espresso." Zone took the paper cup from Watts and handed the steaming drink to Squall, who nodded and walked out. These employees were insane, must be.
The Model Has A Date
Rinoa pushed her raven hair behind her ear and checked her makeup in the overhead mirror before stepping out of her sedan and walking through the parking lot and into Niko, the sushi resturant where she was meeting Quistis Trepe for lunch. When she asked the man at the front, he pointed her to the tatami room that she had reserved. An attendant led her to it, and waited until she had removed her shoes before opening the bamboo screen and sending her in.
Looking directly at her was the most intellegent looking woman she had ever seen. Quistis's hair was swept back and pinned up, but several blond wisps fell to frame her face. Delicate silver rimmed glasses completed the image, as did the black turtlenecked sweater vest over flowing blood-red silk sleeves. Though Quistis had been kneeling, she stood to shake Rinoa's hand as the screen was slid back into place.
"Miss Heartilly? I'm Quistis Trepe." Though her words were formal, Quistis's tone was friendly and somewhat dazed.
"Pleased to meet you." Rinoa slightly curtsied, then moved to kneel at the table across from where Quistis had moved back to kneel.
The waitress brought in two steaming bowls of miso soup and the two women began to eat as they spoke.
"I bet you're wondering why I wanted to meet you." Quistis started, knowing she sounded like a teacher.
"Yes, but I'm more curious as to why you had the British student of yours set it up." Rinoa laughed.
"Seifer? Oh, he owed me a favor so I made him be my secretary." Quistis gestured vaguley with the hand containing her empty spoon.
"Why'd he owe you a favor?" Rinoa asked, then took another sip of soup.
"Oh... you really want to know? It's kind of weird." Quistis tried to shrug it off.
"Now I'm curious." Rinoa looked Quistis in her eyes. Rinoa thought that Quistis's eyes were really pretty.
"Well... the boy that painted your portrait, Squall? Seifer's pretty good friends with him and he decided that Squall was lonley and needed to be set up with this other boy he knows, Nida. Squall has never noticed Nida in his life, so Seifer thought that Squall would have to notice him, if..." Quistis trailed off, and let the sentence be finished by Rinoa.
"I see! Squall has to paint Nida now?" Rinoa saw in a flash. She was good with relationships and setups.
"Yeah. The plan is that Squall has to interview Nida, get to know him, and then paint a portrait that shows the true spirit of Nida." Quistis disclosed her secret trump card to Rinoa with pride.
"How's Nida feel about all this?" Rinoa inquired as the soup was replaced with salad.
"Oh, he's apparently already swooning for Squall. Something like that." Quistis's response would have sounded vagley important if it wasn't followed with the crunch of iceberg lettuce being chewed.
"And you're going to help this?" Rinoa was incredulous.
"Already did. Set up the appointment for tomorrow. For Nida to show at his apartment, anway. We just have to hope that Squall... well... yeah, whatever." Followed with more salad.
"So now I can ask why you wanted to meet with me." Rinoa was kind of ignoring the salad. More interested in Quistis.
"Oh... well, to be honest... I'd never seen anyone as beautiful as you are." Quistis was shy about admitting it, but was glad that it was out.
The Instructor Gets More Than She Baragned For
Quistis was stunned by what Rinoa did next. She leaned across the table to whisper in Quistis's ear.
"You're not so bad yourself. You could have been a model if you wanted to." Then her tounge flicked out to touch Quistis's ear, and she sat back with a hungry look in her eyes. The two continued to flirt over lunch, as they ordered sushi and then hot tea afterwards. Rinoa invited Quistis back to her place for the night.
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Right. Sorry that last bit was so short, I just was having difficulty writing all of that, maintaining tension and never giving a release and all that. And I'm also quite sorry about not updating this bitch in forever, i've just been busy with other projects (stories that are non-fic, as well as fanart which i'll be sending to Julie and Darksquall if they want it).
Squall groaned as he played back his anatomy painting instructor's message again. She was meddling with his assignment once again. This time she wanted him to do a male nude, but she would supply the model. She didn't say who the model was. He also had to do some talking to the model to find out who he was or something. This fact made him suspicious. It looked like Quistis was up to something, but Squall was too tired to think about it. It was early in the morning and he needed coffee.
Coffee, however, was the great legacy in his family. Most people did not know that Squall Leonheart-Loiere was heir to a great coffee empire. His father was the current CEO of Starbucks. Laguna's father had run it before him. It was only natural that Squall would want to run it next. He didn't really, but he would probably end up getting played into it like everything else in his life. He'd been talked into a prep school for most of his school years, and then sent to this little college in the middle of nowhere.
Squall slogged down to the parking lot. His life seemed to consist now of early mornings, which meant coffee, which he was trying to escape. That, and lonliness. Envying the happiness of the couples around him, Seifer and Zell, now Irvine and Xu. He'd so hoped that the boy he'd heard about, Irvine, would work out. It didn't.
He drove to the nearest Starbucks, parking next to a car that, from the way it was jacked up, said that it's owner was in the car parts shop, and another that was as close as possible to the door of the Blockbuster Video. Squall pushed open the tinted glass door. There was no line, suprisingly, and he got right up to the front.
"Double mocha expresso." He flashed his ID, startling the new worker into submission.
"Immediatley, Sir!" the guy gibbered, almost knocking over his fellow worker in his haste. Worker #2 looked up at Squall, and began to apologize for his friend.
"Sorry about Watts. He's kind of... well... spazzy. I'm Zone, by the way."
"Nice to meet you. Squall Leonheart." Squall was impatient with these people.
"Leonheart, eh? Well, that explains it. Here's your espresso." Zone took the paper cup from Watts and handed the steaming drink to Squall, who nodded and walked out. These employees were insane, must be.
The Model Has A Date
Rinoa pushed her raven hair behind her ear and checked her makeup in the overhead mirror before stepping out of her sedan and walking through the parking lot and into Niko, the sushi resturant where she was meeting Quistis Trepe for lunch. When she asked the man at the front, he pointed her to the tatami room that she had reserved. An attendant led her to it, and waited until she had removed her shoes before opening the bamboo screen and sending her in.
Looking directly at her was the most intellegent looking woman she had ever seen. Quistis's hair was swept back and pinned up, but several blond wisps fell to frame her face. Delicate silver rimmed glasses completed the image, as did the black turtlenecked sweater vest over flowing blood-red silk sleeves. Though Quistis had been kneeling, she stood to shake Rinoa's hand as the screen was slid back into place.
"Miss Heartilly? I'm Quistis Trepe." Though her words were formal, Quistis's tone was friendly and somewhat dazed.
"Pleased to meet you." Rinoa slightly curtsied, then moved to kneel at the table across from where Quistis had moved back to kneel.
The waitress brought in two steaming bowls of miso soup and the two women began to eat as they spoke.
"I bet you're wondering why I wanted to meet you." Quistis started, knowing she sounded like a teacher.
"Yes, but I'm more curious as to why you had the British student of yours set it up." Rinoa laughed.
"Seifer? Oh, he owed me a favor so I made him be my secretary." Quistis gestured vaguley with the hand containing her empty spoon.
"Why'd he owe you a favor?" Rinoa asked, then took another sip of soup.
"Oh... you really want to know? It's kind of weird." Quistis tried to shrug it off.
"Now I'm curious." Rinoa looked Quistis in her eyes. Rinoa thought that Quistis's eyes were really pretty.
"Well... the boy that painted your portrait, Squall? Seifer's pretty good friends with him and he decided that Squall was lonley and needed to be set up with this other boy he knows, Nida. Squall has never noticed Nida in his life, so Seifer thought that Squall would have to notice him, if..." Quistis trailed off, and let the sentence be finished by Rinoa.
"I see! Squall has to paint Nida now?" Rinoa saw in a flash. She was good with relationships and setups.
"Yeah. The plan is that Squall has to interview Nida, get to know him, and then paint a portrait that shows the true spirit of Nida." Quistis disclosed her secret trump card to Rinoa with pride.
"How's Nida feel about all this?" Rinoa inquired as the soup was replaced with salad.
"Oh, he's apparently already swooning for Squall. Something like that." Quistis's response would have sounded vagley important if it wasn't followed with the crunch of iceberg lettuce being chewed.
"And you're going to help this?" Rinoa was incredulous.
"Already did. Set up the appointment for tomorrow. For Nida to show at his apartment, anway. We just have to hope that Squall... well... yeah, whatever." Followed with more salad.
"So now I can ask why you wanted to meet with me." Rinoa was kind of ignoring the salad. More interested in Quistis.
"Oh... well, to be honest... I'd never seen anyone as beautiful as you are." Quistis was shy about admitting it, but was glad that it was out.
The Instructor Gets More Than She Baragned For
Quistis was stunned by what Rinoa did next. She leaned across the table to whisper in Quistis's ear.
"You're not so bad yourself. You could have been a model if you wanted to." Then her tounge flicked out to touch Quistis's ear, and she sat back with a hungry look in her eyes. The two continued to flirt over lunch, as they ordered sushi and then hot tea afterwards. Rinoa invited Quistis back to her place for the night.
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Right. Sorry that last bit was so short, I just was having difficulty writing all of that, maintaining tension and never giving a release and all that. And I'm also quite sorry about not updating this bitch in forever, i've just been busy with other projects (stories that are non-fic, as well as fanart which i'll be sending to Julie and Darksquall if they want it).