It's fucking NAFTA, bitch. Except not really.

[salylimon]

WHO: Emiliana and Matthew
WHEN: Monday, October 5th (late afternoon).
WHERE: Outside some coffee shop on LU's campus.
WHAT: "Returning Matt's notebook" is so not a code for anything. Honest.

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WERE THE HOT ONES IN NAFTA.

[mounties_rock]

Matt said excuse me, for what was probably the third time. Still not managing to get the girls attention. He wasn't necessarily angry at her, but he had been waiting in the cafeteria for.. around a half hour already, his last class getting out a little after four pm.

When she had come into the cafeteria he had waved and motioned to her, but she hadn't seemed to notice him in the slightest. He had actually been about to walk over to her when she started walking towards him! For a brief moment he thought he had been spotted and wept (figuratively) for joy, alas, it was not so, for now the young girl was sitting RIGHT NEXT TO HIM and he had been trying to get her attention for roughly a minute to no avail. Oh boy he really hoped this was the right person.

"EXCUSE ME." he said in a loud voice just below a shout. Some people passing by stared at him. Oh rats, he probably should have just poked her. Yeah.. that would have been more sensible...

HELL YEAH WE ARE

[salylimon]

Emiliana had been starring off into space for a while now, having grown bored of flipping through the notebook she still held limply in her hand. So, really, it wasn't entirely her fault that the sudden yell near her ear had surprised her enough to drop the notebook. And it really wasn't her fault that, because of the unexpected shock and sudden burst of panic, her arm came up to roughly shove the person who had all but yelled in her ear. She also hadn't meant for her elbow to jerk upwards and smack the person in the face.

Scrambling backwards, Emiliana's glare vanished as she managed to get a good look at the now injured, and vaguely familiar, young man. Oh, fuck.

"...p-please don't tell me that you're Matthew Williams." Had he been trying to get her attention? Because, if she thought about it, the voice against her ear had been tinged with exasperation. Again, fuck.

maybe not so much anymore :,<

[mounties_rock]

Emiliana's elbow shoved Matthew off the bench and his back hit the floor, ow, ow, ow, ow OW. Oh shit, he was bleeding, she had elbowed him in the nose! Yeah, shouting had definitely not been the best course of action. Oh god, was his nose broken? He pinched his nose to stop the bleeding, it didn't make a cracking noise, so it probably wasn't broken, but, wow, that really hurt. He was lucky his head hadn't hit the floor, or he'd be in even more pain, he self congratulated his fall reflexes for a job well done. Except his back really hurt, if he had managed to roll or something that might have been better. Still, not having a concussion was really awesome right about now, considering he still had to, walk back to The Charleston, oh and talk to this girl to get his notebook

B'AWWW YOUR PRETTY FACE. D|

[salylimon]

Emiliana could only stare wide eyed at the amount of blood gushing from the blond's nose before she began to panic. "Why the hell are you apologizing?! I just fucking elbowed you on the nose, idiota!" she hissed. She hadn't meant to insult him, but, what in the world was wrong with him? She had possibly broken his nose and...seriously, what the hell?

Arms flailing slightly, she looked around quickly, trying to spot a napkin or towel or something to stop the bleeding. Finding nothing, she hurriedly shrugged off her cardigan before pressing it against the Canadian's nose. "H-here," she said, pressing the sweater more firmly against his nose while ignoring the odd stares people were throwing their way.

how could you? I'M HIDEOUS

[mounties_rock]

First she elbowed him, now she was insulting him. And now she was shoving her sweater at his aching nose, "Ow!" he shouted as his tender nose cartilage was pushed down by her hand and her sweater. His fingers slipped from where they were pinching and more blood started to pour out of his nose and all over her sweater and onto his. He pulled his face away from the sweater and re-pinched his nose. She was probably just trying to be nice, but Matt couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, all he wanted was his notebook back! He didn't think it would involve getting his nose almost broken.

He turned to Emiliana to politely ask for his notebook back and then hope he never saw her again, when he saw, oh my... That was a low shirt, and... those were breasts, yup, definitely breasts

HEY, EYES UP HERE.

[salylimon]

Flinching back at his sudden outcry, Emiliana let go of her sweater, letting it uselessly on top of the blond's lap as she pulled away. Brow furrowed slightly, she didn't really notice the way his gaze suddenly shifted as she stared at the drying blood smeared against his face