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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 27, 2009 11:39:40 GMT -6
"Well isn't that sweet," she teased. She smiled for a moment before thinking for what to talk of. She said the fist thing that came to mind, "So what are some of your hobbies?" It was a common question but, it would get a conversation started none the less. Her blue eyes were now gazing at him once more.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 27, 2009 11:49:42 GMT -6
Giovanni smiled and said "Well, during my breif stint in the military, I used to Box. Won the Army Golden Glove, but recently I haven't boxed as much. Though besides that, I usually enjoy anything that can keep my attention pretty much." Giovanni smiled and then asked "How about you?"
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 27, 2009 13:28:33 GMT -6
Syrina thought for a moment, "All I enjoy doing is dancing and photography... well, playing the piano is okay from time to time." SHe had been forced to learn how to play when she still lived in Bristol but, when they moved, she was able to give it up. "How about interests, got any?" she asked, absent mindedly twiddling her thumbs.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jul 2, 2009 0:38:11 GMT -6
"How about interests, got any?" Giovanni smiled and said "Besides you? Well I like fast cars, I happen to have a collection of cars which are sometimes used to race, I don't of course, never got interested in Racing. But, besides that, I don't know. Perhaps Fine Art, I really enjoy Michelangelo or Botticelli. But hey, I'm sure every one says that." Giovanni smiled again, and thinking it would only be polite if he asked her as well, he asked "What are your interests?"
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jul 2, 2009 1:05:48 GMT -6
Syrina smiled, "I am interested in dance, photography and fashion. Fast cars are always a plus, drawing in all them pretty ladies, right? Fine painters such as those renaissance masters have always caught interest in my eyes." She leaned forward in her seat, showing a little more chest than she usually showed. She seemed to be in a right happy mood, more so than their first meeting. "So what else did you want to know about me?" she asked, watching him with her blue orbs.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jul 2, 2009 1:11:21 GMT -6
Giovanni smiled and said "Well, tell me, what made you apply at my place in the first place. Not that I care cause that's how I met you, but I was just curious to what drew you there." Then Giovanni shrugged but smiled broadly and said happily "You look beautiful tonight."
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jul 2, 2009 1:20:25 GMT -6
Syrina shrugged, "I really just looked around for places to apply and your business came up first. Like I said before, your place was the only lace willing to hire me on. What else do you want to know?" She beamed with happiness, "You look quite dashing yourself." She, blushing like usual, was flattered by his compliment... all his compliments he had ever given her.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jul 2, 2009 1:26:56 GMT -6
"You look quite dashing yourself." Giovanni smiled and said "Thank you. But I don't look as good as you though. So, tell me what do you wish to do after you get out of college. I'm sure dancing in my club forever isn't at the top of your list." Giovanni tilted his head to one side and smiled, God he thought She looks so good. When the waitress returned, Giovanni asked politely "You sure you don't want anything?"
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jul 2, 2009 1:44:04 GMT -6
Syrina shook her head, "Not right a the moment, I had a little too much last time." She watched the waitress for a moment before looking down at her hands resting in her lap. She spoke softly, "I would dance there forever if it meant seeing you there but, I was planning on looking for work with a studio somewhere with in the city after college. I wouldn't leave the Prince's Folly until I had a new job, so I would probably be dancing for a while after college." She slowly looked back up at him, wonder what his reaction would be to the first part of her reply. She was unsure if she had something right or wrong but, it really didn't matter much to her, it was the truth.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jul 2, 2009 1:51:04 GMT -6
"I would dance there forever if it meant seeing you there" Giovanni smiled brightly, and he shooed the waitress away. "I'm glad to hear that. I will come to the Prince's Folly everyday if it means seeing you. You know, I really enjoyed the time we spent last time." Then Giovanni smiled again.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jul 2, 2009 1:56:23 GMT -6
Syrina smiled just as brightly as he did, "Really? I mean I won't hold you to it or anything like that. You must get very busy with your work, which, I do understand." She knew he was a busy man and she wouldn't expect him to drop everything he was doing just to come see her, that would be just selfish of her.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jul 2, 2009 2:00:16 GMT -6
Giovanni smiled again, and said "For you? I will make time, even if it means pushing some of my appointments back. There is always time for you." Giovanni scratched his chin and thought for a moment, and then added "If you don't mind.."
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jul 2, 2009 2:08:20 GMT -6
Syrina nodded, "I don't mind at all. Besides it isn't up to me, you own the place, you are free to visit it anytime you wish." She smiled and watched him, hoping it was all right to have said that. She continued to lean forward in her seat, her hands still resting in her lap.
** it is short, sorry.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jul 2, 2009 2:12:24 GMT -6
Giovanni smiled and said happily "Well good, then that is settled." Then by some unknown force, or perhaps it was just an urge on his part, he leaned forward and kissed her. After a moment, he pulled back and said "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have.."
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jul 2, 2009 23:56:44 GMT -6
Syrina blushed, a bit taken back by the kiss. "What was that for?" she asking in a happy yet, confused tone. She watched him for a moment before scooting closer toward him in the booth. She smiled and watched him once again, waiting to see if he would kiss her again.
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