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Post by Tristian Moore on Jul 28, 2009 4:22:19 GMT 1
Tristian smiled and finished getting ready. He was wearing a nice pair of pants and one of his button up shirts. Over, he placed his jacket on and then grabbed the keys for his car and made sure he had his wallet. Yes, it was a dinner date and he couldn't eat but he didn't care. He wanted to take her out to a nice place and just talk to her. Making his way downstairs, he climbed into his car and drove over to Stacy's. Coming to her apartment, he smiled and knocked on her door, waiting for her to answer.
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Post by Stacy Cohen on Jul 28, 2009 4:27:33 GMT 1
Stacy had been pretty darn thrilled when he'd asked her on this date. She knew it was a chance to just learn more about him and get closer. She puttered through her wardrobe, having a hard time deciding on what to wear, before finally settling on a dress that wasn't too casual, nor too nice. Just in between. It didn't show too much, falling to just above her knees and it revealed just enough cleavage. She kept her hair down and wavy. A necklace and dangling earrings were the only jewelry. She slipped on her heels just when he knocked. She hopped to her feet quickly, answering the door. She grinned at him, "Hey," she said quietly, almost shyly.
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Post by Tristian Moore on Jul 28, 2009 4:32:08 GMT 1
Hello. He said in a soft tone. Pulling his hand out from behind his back, he showed her a small arrangement of flowers, hoping that she would like him. He wasn't sure what her favorite flower was so he had gone with roses. Red and white. These are for you. He said as he gave a small smile. Are you ready to go? He asked.
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Post by Stacy Cohen on Jul 28, 2009 4:40:38 GMT 1
She gasped softly as he revealed the roses, taking them carefully. She'd never had a guy give her flowers before. She grinned at him, "Thank you," she said softly, "And yeah, I'll be ready, once I put these in water." She went back into the apartment, getting out a vase, filling it with water and she got the flowers situated. She tried not to skip back to the door, grabbing her purse on the way. She shut and locked the door behind her. She grinned at him, taking his hand, "This date is already turning out great..." [/size]
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Post by Tristian Moore on Jul 28, 2009 4:45:16 GMT 1
Your very welcome. He said. Tristian smiled and waited as she went and put the flowers in some water. He stepped back a little when she grabbed her things and gently took her hand. I'm glad. He said and walked with her out to his car and then opened up the passenger door for her, closing it once she was in and then went and climbed in himself.
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Post by Stacy Cohen on Jul 28, 2009 4:52:09 GMT 1
She followed him to the car, staring at it with huge eyes. She'd never set her sights on such a car, least of all been in one. She was almost afraid to touch anything as she sat down inside the cool exterior. She placed her hands in her lap after hesitantly putting her seat belt on. She turned her stare to him, "How do you afford this?" She felt a little stupid after asking, figuring that he accumulated a lot of money during his lifetime. [/size]
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Post by Tristian Moore on Jul 28, 2009 4:57:24 GMT 1
Tristian smiled, letting a small laugh escape his lips. Well, just money I have saved up from over the years. I really don't have many nice things. Just the car and a few other things like my clothes. He said as he started the car and then took off down the road towards Port Angles.
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Post by Stacy Cohen on Jul 28, 2009 5:00:20 GMT 1
She shook her head a little, staring around the car, sighing. She could only dream of owning such a vehicle. She smiled a little, "You'll make quite a scene with this...no one has cars these nice, besides the Cullens," she commented, thinking to the strange family in Forks, who always had the nicest cars in town. She considered this for a moment, were they like Tristian? She'd never gotten close enough to them to really get a good look at them to tell. [/size]
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Post by Tristian Moore on Jul 28, 2009 5:07:19 GMT 1
Yeah? He said, not really thinking about it. At least not until now. He had always wanted a nice car like this and it was only recently that he had gotten the car. So...tell me about yourself? Whatever you want. Tristian said as he continued to drive, soon pulling up to the resturant in port angles. Moving, he parked the car and climbed out, walking over and opening her door for her.
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Post by Stacy Cohen on Jul 28, 2009 5:17:20 GMT 1
She frowned a little to herself, not really sure what to say about herself. She'd told him about her art, her family (sorta). She thought about this for a moment, "Um...well...I hope to become a famous artist," she offered, waiting for him to laugh at her. Many people didn't think it was a very good dream to have, since they believed it was pretty much unattainable. She slid out of the car as gracefully as she could in the dress, taking his hand as they went into the restaurant. [/size]
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Post by Tristian Moore on Jul 28, 2009 5:27:07 GMT 1
Holding her hand, he closed her car door and walked her inside, listening to her as she spoke. Really? That's great. He said with a small nod. I think you'd be good at that. He said and smiled, following the hostess to their table and then pulling out her chair for her.
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Post by Stacy Cohen on Jul 28, 2009 13:53:13 GMT 1
She smiled a little, sitting down in the chair, thanking him quietly. She studied him and shook her head, "There's not much of a chance that it'll happen though, she commented. "So I need a back up, as my parents are always telling me. I'm not really sure what I'd want to do instead. She thought about being an art teacher occasionally, but that would mean a few more years in college, since she'd yet to take any classes required to be a teacher. And she wasn't sure she'd like being around kids that much, even high school kids. She doubted she'd be much of a teacher anyway. [/size]
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Post by Tristian Moore on Jul 28, 2009 18:42:04 GMT 1
There is the same amount of chance of you being an artist as someone becoming a teacher. If you like art and are willing to take chances, you'll go very far. Tristian said as he then moved and took a seat in his chair across from her and gave a small smile. Opening the menu, he then just let it rest there in front of him. Though, back up's are always nice to have. Pick something else that you enjoy doing. Though, no matter what you decide, you'll do great. Tristian said and just sat there.
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Post by Stacy Cohen on Jul 28, 2009 18:52:14 GMT 1
She smiled faintly at his words. He was certainly motivational, but she wasn't sure what to do still. She'd try as hard as she could to be a professional artist. She could rent out a shop and sell her art if anything. She thought she might be able to make a living off that. It really depended if anyone liked it or not. She wasn't sure what her back up could be besides teaching though. She shook her head, scanning the menu, feeling a little awkward. "You know, we could have done something besides go out to dinner," she said, since he didn't eat. She felt it was almost rude for her to have a meal, while he sat there and watched. [/size]
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Post by Tristian Moore on Jul 28, 2009 18:55:51 GMT 1
Yeah, I know but I wanted to take you out to dinner. He said and gave her a small smile as he looked down at her. Tristian really didn't mind sitting there while she ate dinner. He had just wanted to talk to her, see her again. He enjoyed her company. See anything you like? He asked as he looked down at the menu, just looking to see what they all had and then looked back over at her.
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