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Post by DAISY BELLECHASE on Dec 22, 2008 17:22:58 GMT -5
 It had been the longest of long days for daisy, yet her mood was under usually chipper. Daisy felt her knee's treble, a good sign that her legs where about to give way any second. Not wanting to humiliate herself in front of all the passes-by, she practically ran to one of the small cafe's in the town center, ordering a drink finding the first seat she could and plonking herself down, dropping her shopping bags around her. Looking to her sides, Daisy realized how much she's bought, hoping - wishing - her father wouldn't happen to walk in a see, ah man he'd flip, she could hear his "never waste a penny" speech already, which she always found rather contradicting because he was the biggest spender in Melilla. Looking down to her Emerald Espresso which sat temptingly before her on the open marble table, Daisy sighed, smiling too herself in joy of all her new purchases.
Taking her drink in both hands to warm them up, Daisy scanned her eyes over the little vintage cafe, taking in the scene. As cliche as it sounded, she loved the atmosphere of the place. Everything seemed to mesh together nicely. The smell, the people, the ebbing of conversation. Daisy straightened her lilac silk blouson dress, making sure she wasn't showing the passers by anything she shouldn't. Snuggling down into the cozy blue arm chair in which she was comfortably sat, Daisy waited, sipping her Espresso slowly. Waiting for what? she wasn't quite sure, but she had this feeling she wouldn't be alone for long. You could say she felt it in her bones, but its not like she had some sort of weird power or anything.
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Post by WILLIAM MACMILLAN on Dec 24, 2008 17:23:33 GMT -5
William had a very good relationship with the employees of this particular cafe, and it showed. He was currently finishing his third cup of free tea (he's an English boy, of course he prefers tea to coffee) with his feet up on the empty chair in front of him and the paper opened out on the table, to the World News section. He wasn't reading it, of course, he didn't like to read when he didn't have to, but he felt it gave him the air of a very worldy type of gentleman. That was the impression everyone here had of him, anyway. All the girls that worked there thought him rather dazzling character, very mysterious and adventerous. He had told him that he had traveled the world and been all over, told ridiculous stories about the African jungle and the bustling cities of India. He had climbed mountains in Switzerland, tackled the tundras of Russia, and visited the temples in China. Really he had done none of those thing, but he liked to make a good impression, and he certainly had. Just as he was taking his last sip from his cup, a giggling and fresh-faced young girl came over. "More tea, sir?" She asked, flushing as he nodded and gave her an award-winning smile, though refused to say anything, even a thank you.
William was not feeling very talkative this morning. He had a rough night of partying the night before, and was still feeling the effects of a rather nasty hangover. His present state was not even that well hidden. He was still wearing last night's suit, he was insisting on keeping his sunglasses on indoors, and an oversized gray beanie poorly covered his unwashed hair. No one seemd to mind, or care, so Will felt that he looked positively acceptable, if not downright excellent. He was just noticing himself in the window, in fact, when he noticed someone else, a rare occurance. It was a girl, young looking and alone with shopping bags, the perfect distraction to his headache. Will used this cafe like this many time before, it was a surprisingly good way to meet girls. If it wasn't, he wouldn't come here nearly as often as he did.
Folding up his paper under his arm, Will got up and walked over to the girl's table, hesitating not even one bit. He had a lot of confidence when it came to the opposite sex, though not all of it was justified. He had been slapped on a good many occasion for doing just what he was about to do now. That was okay though, Will could take a hit, and anyways he would always have a waitress to comfort him afterwards. "Hola señorita." He said as he came up to her table, speaking softly and bowing slightly. His charming smile never left his face as he cleared his throat quietly. "I don't want to be too forward, but your beauty overwhelmed me, miss. Would you mind if I sat here?" He asked politely, gesturing to the seat across from her while the waitresses glared over enviously. He'd make it up to them later...
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