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Post by veign on Jan 22, 2008 23:56:53 GMT -5
The morning after the Lock Up!, MayheM show... The sun was shining, and a little rain was pouring. The door swung open to the café. Lily walked in wearing a pair of tight jeans, and a blue tank top, covered with a white leather jacket. She passed her hand through her hair, as she held her purse on her other forearm. She walked over to the small counter, as a woman behind the counter smiled, and looked at her.
“Anything you’d like ma’am?”
“Yes, I’ll take a coffee, two creams one sugar if you don’t mind.”
She returned the smile as she looked at the woman. The woman nodded as she poured some coffee into a cup, and slid it onto the counter towards her. Lily picked it up, and turned around, bumping into someone, almost spilling her coffee, but managing to keep it balanced.
“Oh gosh, I’m sorry...”
She looked up at the person standing before her...
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Post by md on Jan 23, 2008 0:24:40 GMT -5
Goddamnit!
Miles wasn't as lucky. The collision causes him to spill some of his freshly squeezed OJ over his sleeveless denim jacket. He was already having a bad day as is, after catching up on his reading on GCW.com. After rummaging through the site, he had come upon the Absolution PPV page that was set up overnight. So much had been decided, specifically concerning the big belt and those deemed worthy of qualifying. In a nut shell, Miles was overlooked. Not only that, the guy that wiped the floor with him just about 10 hours ago was placed in one of LU!'s coveted four slots. Who did he have to thank for that? No one else but his "boss" Kim Masters. Hell, it probably was that fat Amazon chick who made the decision, since it's obvious Triple XL-tina wears the pants in that relationship. But back to his morning, which just got a whole lot worse after bumping into some idiot who isn't looking where he's going. The anger within Miles just intensifies his already throbbing forehead, now patched up with about 5 stitches underneath.
YOU IDI...
He looks up, his ears finally processing the apologetic voice. Only thing was that it isn't a dude's. His eyes meets hers and just wow...
Uh umm hi there...
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Post by veign on Jan 23, 2008 0:59:44 GMT -5
“I’m so sorry... I... I wasn’t paying attention. Coming off a rough night...”
She scratched her head, as she noticed his jacket had been stained with orange juice.
“Oh my... your jacket... Your orange juice... I’m really sorry...”
She lowers her head... she probably sounded like a complete fool for apologizing constantly. He seems calm... she looks up, and cracks a small smile.
“I...I’m Lily by the way...”
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Post by md on Jan 23, 2008 1:15:35 GMT -5
Her smile causes him to nervously smile back. Lily... Lily. He couldn't help but think that he'd seen her before, somewhere. ...Oh! Earlier today when he was surfing that godforsaken GCW site. That's where he saw her. She's a featured superstar on the front page.I'm... I'm...Oh shoot! His headache and this lovestruck frame of mind of his make him forget what his name is. He looks over to the side, breaking his stare and it was just enough for him to remember. He extends his hand, actually the one with the glass of half-full OJ. Miles. Yeah, Miles...Wrong hand, genious.  He quickly catches on and extends the other. Any concerns about his jacket flew out the door the instance he laid eyes on her.
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Post by veign on Jan 23, 2008 23:48:37 GMT -5
She giggles as he seems to be a little nervous at the moment... no surprise, it’s all the same with guys. At least this one seems polite. Hopefully not like some other men out there who act like pigs when they see an attractive woman. This guy was kind of cute too. 
It’s nice to meet you Miles. Once again about your jacket... please let me make it up to you by getting it dry-cleaned. It’s the least I can do...
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Post by md on Jan 30, 2008 19:49:59 GMT -5
He's still oblivious about the whole stain and all, forgetting completely about it after getting lost in her eyes. Miles begins to think that Lily's a strange one, offering to do his dry cleaning already, and they haven't even moved in together yet.
Umm, that's nice of you but my jacket's fine. I should be apologizing to you for bumping into you. I coul have spilled this drink on you.
He extends the hand with the OJ, so she can have a good look at it. It's after doing this that he actually looks down, and finally sees the stain.
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When did he spill something on himself? Now he looks like an idiot, since he's so out of it right now. Take a deep breath and continue? Little did they know but they were attracting attention from those having at their breakfast. Talk about awkward.
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He quickly catches on and extends the other. Any concerns about his jacket flew out the door the instance he laid eyes on her.