Danilo entered the bar, sighing a little. He waved to some of the regulars he ran into before and took a seat, waving over the bartender and asking for a light one. He sat around waiting, declining offers to join other groups of people ( Read more... )

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He had treated her to a nice dinner in a restaurant. His excuse was that well, it was Christmas Eve. Never mind that his parents were already in Countshire--they had gone back to the hotel, promising to be back tomorrow morning to properly celebrate Christmas with all of their children ( Read more... )

Danilo stood outside of Eir Court at seven o' clock in the evening, wearing a crisp black suit with a champagne-colored tie to match her dress. He glanced at his phone and decided to wait a few more minutes before calling her--they were leaving a bit earlier to begin with, anyway ( Read more... )

Danilo put his phone away in his pocket and gazed down the road, watching for a sign of her coming. He was already near the cafe when he had called her. He leaned against the glass wall near the doorway and eyed the bouquet of flowers he held in his other hand. Passersby gave him odd glances as they walked with their friends--thank goodness he was ( Read more... )

Danilo was outside when the call with Diego ended. He immediately started to walk in the direction of the cafeteria, thinking about what happened earlier in the day as his eyebrows furrowed deeply.

He had clearly let his emotions get the best of him. And worst of all, he hadn't apologized. He didn't know how to at this point ( Read more... )

Danilo was walking down the campus, on his way to the studio. He had in his mind to develop an old film again--a family photo of the five Lira siblings before he and Diego left for college--and to give them to his brothers and sister who were here. He smiled inwardly at the thought--had it really been seven years since then ( Read more... )

Danilo wished these cute, fluffy animals hadn't gone crazy. If that was the case, then he wouldn't have to hurl them out of the way with telekinesis as he walked to his studio. It didn't occur to him that developing film at such a time was dangerous--he needed to get these pictures out of his camera now, or he would certainly forget. And he didn't ( Read more... )