WHO: Matt and Emi WHEN: April 28th, Thursday morning. WHERE: LU campus, everywhere and anywhere. WHAT: Just a little bit of NAFTA bonding. Sans the idiot.
"Ahh... Maybe just where any psychology classes would be but since it's summer-" Matthew gave a light shrug, rubbing the back of his neck and trying not to make much eye contact. She was much too pretty for that sort of thing so early in the re-meeting process. He'd spent most of the library trip with his arms loaded down with books and his eyes to the rows and rows of them, making mental notes of the specific section and making sure to spot where the medical psychoanalysis books were before they had finally checked out
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She almost had to strain to hear him properly, brow furrowing slightly as she fought to make out what he was mumbling. It was hard, but she eventually got it. Or she hoped so, anyway
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Em's just too pretty for him. Exotic beauty.canadien_pleaseApril 29 2011, 00:39:16 UTC
Matthew's vocabulary consisted of mostly head nods and the occasional comment about either taking a French class or even quiet joking about having to take a class Emiliana was in. But as they reached the Psychology department he looked up in awe, eyes almost sparkling. He was absolutely thrilled, finally a culmination of all his hard work and studying amassing into one place where he could finally do something with his life.
And then it all came to a skittering, mortifying stop as almost on cue, his stomach let out a loud grumble.
His face flushed a bright red at Emiliana's words and smiled weakly, clearing his throat. "Oh uh- yeah-" he spoke up just a bit,trying to hide the embarrassing stomach gurgling and convinced right there he was going to die. "Uhhh... Food sounds good! I'm... I'm up for anything but um- You guys don't have anywhere around here that sells poutine do you...?"
I think he needs to go outside more often. salylimonApril 29 2011, 00:58:48 UTC
"Poutine-?" The amusement she felt at his embarrassed mumbling and stomach growling faded as she pursed her lips, confusion now etched in her expression. "I-I'm not sure. I've actually never heard of it so I don't know what I'd be looking for."
Smiling apologetically, Emi gave a weak shrug. "But maybe if you tell me what it is, I can figure it out. Or maybe even remember seeing it. I'm not sure if we'd be able to find it on campus, but who knows? Supongo que we might be able to find it somewhere downtown and off campus."
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And then it all came to a skittering, mortifying stop as almost on cue, his stomach let out a loud grumble.
His face flushed a bright red at Emiliana's words and smiled weakly, clearing his throat. "Oh uh- yeah-" he spoke up just a bit,trying to hide the embarrassing stomach gurgling and convinced right there he was going to die. "Uhhh... Food sounds good! I'm... I'm up for anything but um- You guys don't have anywhere around here that sells poutine do you...?"
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Smiling apologetically, Emi gave a weak shrug. "But maybe if you tell me what it is, I can figure it out. Or maybe even remember seeing it. I'm not sure if we'd be able to find it on campus, but who knows? Supongo que we might be able to find it somewhere downtown and off campus."
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