Essex smiled smuggly, and wandered downstairs. The time to act had most certainly come. Remy wasn't exactly the sharpest spoon in the drawer, but he was sneaky, and that, along with his boredom, made him perfect.
"This seat taken?" A petite blonde with large eyes asked, giving Remy a sweet smile.
"A bit." Her accent was clearly British, and she slid next to him in the booth. Her perfume was light, but obviously expensive, and she gave him a slightly wider smile. "Some random door opened while I was being persued. . .I suppose I probably owe this Bar my life."
She chuckled and held out a dainty, soft hand. "Arielle."
His own smile spread, nodding, "Oui, it happens. S'happened t'me at least once."
He accepted the handshake then, head dipping to brush a quick kiss against her knuckles, "How 'bout I buy y'some coffee an' y'tell me 'bout it?" A shrug, "Or we can talk 'bout t'weat'er an' local sports teams, s'up t'you."
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"This seat taken?" A petite blonde with large eyes asked, giving Remy a sweet smile.
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He tilted his head, studying her for a moment, "Don' t'ink I've seen y'round b'fore. Been here long?"
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She chuckled and held out a dainty, soft hand. "Arielle."
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He accepted the handshake then, head dipping to brush a quick kiss against her knuckles, "How 'bout I buy y'some coffee an' y'tell me 'bout it?" A shrug, "Or we can talk 'bout t'weat'er an' local sports teams, s'up t'you."
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