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Who: lastyears_model & _devil_inside
Where: Elena's place / take-out place / Dante's place
Style: Third
Status: Incomplete / Closed
Sighing softly to herself as she looked into the mirror of the vanity in her room, having already shut off the dreamberry she'd been talking to Dante with, Elena pulled her blond hair back, pushing the fallen strands behind her ears. She'd already pulled her blouse on over the tank top she sported and then headed into the living area of the apartment, peering through the window as she waited for the platinum haired man to show up at her complex.
It wasn't all that often that she met up with boys and got on a motorbike to pick up take-out to then share a meal with someone that, in all honesty, she barely even knew. Having shared a drink and a dance with him at the bar, she at least knew she could trust the man and truth be told, he was rather interesting to be around. His personality was like a breath of fresh air and it was nice to speak with someone of the opposite sex in a manner that didn't end with her wanting to pull her hair out of her head strand by strand.
The blond felt somewhat awkward, though. She would have told Nate that she was going to be out, but the man didn't seem to be anywhere for her to let him know. Shaking off the worry of where he might be, assuming that if he were in some kind of trouble he'd contact her, Elena moved to the kitchen to jot down on a piece of paper that she'd be out with Dante for dinner. After a moment, she added in that she'd like him to call her whenever he got home if only because he'd been gone for some time and she was worried.
Hearing the roar of an engine outside, she slapped the note into the fridge and held it up with a magnet, tossing the pen back onto the counter. Checking herself over one last time in a passing mirror, she peered out the window to make sure that it was Dante before heading out to go down onto the street and meet the man.
Where: Elena's place / take-out place / Dante's place
Style: Third
Status: Incomplete / Closed
Sighing softly to herself as she looked into the mirror of the vanity in her room, having already shut off the dreamberry she'd been talking to Dante with, Elena pulled her blond hair back, pushing the fallen strands behind her ears. She'd already pulled her blouse on over the tank top she sported and then headed into the living area of the apartment, peering through the window as she waited for the platinum haired man to show up at her complex.
It wasn't all that often that she met up with boys and got on a motorbike to pick up take-out to then share a meal with someone that, in all honesty, she barely even knew. Having shared a drink and a dance with him at the bar, she at least knew she could trust the man and truth be told, he was rather interesting to be around. His personality was like a breath of fresh air and it was nice to speak with someone of the opposite sex in a manner that didn't end with her wanting to pull her hair out of her head strand by strand.
The blond felt somewhat awkward, though. She would have told Nate that she was going to be out, but the man didn't seem to be anywhere for her to let him know. Shaking off the worry of where he might be, assuming that if he were in some kind of trouble he'd contact her, Elena moved to the kitchen to jot down on a piece of paper that she'd be out with Dante for dinner. After a moment, she added in that she'd like him to call her whenever he got home if only because he'd been gone for some time and she was worried.
Hearing the roar of an engine outside, she slapped the note into the fridge and held it up with a magnet, tossing the pen back onto the counter. Checking herself over one last time in a passing mirror, she peered out the window to make sure that it was Dante before heading out to go down onto the street and meet the man.