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Post by calagaria pininni on Oct 11, 2008 20:54:41 GMT -5
Calagaria smiled, and sat a good foot away from Tristan. She checked her gold sidekick for the time. The shuttle would arrive in five minutes now. Calagaria's mom had texted her, asking how it was going. Cali just ignored it, and put her sidekick carefully into her purse. The admission to ride the shuttle was a dollar five, which Calagaria thought was ridiculous, because it used to be for ten cents. Even though she had the money, she still did keep aware of her surroundings.
Calagaria was glad they didn't ride on the car. That would save a good ten minutes of awkward silence, and in the shuttle, where there were actually people, she didn't have to feel like she was being watched by the shuttle driver. The shuttle pulled up four minutes early, and Calagaria led Tristan on, hopping up the steps. The shuttle was pretty full, but not too full. She decided on a chair three rows opposite the driver. The seats were spacious, with single, almost bucket-like seats that you saw in a van, with armrests separating them. they were a beautiful, milky coffee-colored leather, and butter-soft. Cali sat in one and waited for Tristan to seat himself in the one sitting across from her.
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Post by tristan brookes on Oct 11, 2008 21:07:47 GMT -5
Tristan slid in to the chair in front of her, suprised at how comfortable they were. "Have you been there before?" Tristan asked with a smile. He was suprised that the bus wasn't filled with girls, who's hair was drenched from the beach and guys, who donned neither shorts nor shoes. They must have taken cars. Tristan resolved easily.
"So what's your favorite Italian dish?" he asked wanting to know more about her. Cali was obviously not a very open person. It was as if she herself was a puzzle not wanting to be solved. Tristan mused. He could be so profound sometimes. Tristan, this whole time had been staring out of the window, lost in his world of thought. He stared over at her. She didn't seem(in Tristan's opinion), to be aware of his eyes so he continued to run his eyes along her body, stopping at places he knew he shouldn't have.
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Post by calagaria pininni on Oct 11, 2008 21:40:18 GMT -5
"Ciabatta. It's a type of bread, an appetizer." Calagaria said, gazing out the window as the shuttle moved away from the lush campus. The flowers there were beautiful, and the trees and bushes made it look like the Garden of Eden. Or at least, how Calagaria pictured it. It even had a fruit tree in the middle.
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Post by tristan brookes on Oct 11, 2008 21:54:06 GMT -5
"Ciabatta. It's a type of bread, an appetizer."
"Sounds good." she obviously hadn't noticed that his eyes were still wandering, as well as his mind. He made himself alert again and smiled as he saw that they had almost reached the destination of choice. "We're almost here." he said, as usual, stating the obvious.
"So how were your past relationships?" he asked confidently. He knew that he was asking an extemely ballsy question but, being very nosy and brazen, he figured he had nothing to lose. Tristan sat up a little straighter in his seat focusing all of his attention on Cali.
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Post by calagaria pininni on Oct 12, 2008 12:35:59 GMT -5
"Good, very long distance." Calagaria said, in an almost trembling voice. She still loved Gregory, no matter how long they lived away. They still kept in touch, but other than that she was single, and ready to get over him.
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Post by tristan brookes on Oct 12, 2008 13:16:14 GMT -5
Tristan heard the slight quiver in her voice and decided to back off. The last thing he wanted to do was upset her, or make her feel uncomfortable. To Tristan, making sure the people he cared about were happy, he was happy. Wait did he just say that he cared? This would be one for the N.Y. Times. Never had he, Tristan Brookes, cared about a girl within a half an hour of meeting her. These feelings were foreign and strange. "So..."
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