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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Feb 21, 2010 18:16:04 GMT -5
"The owner is a good friend of mine," Eros said, entering the cafe with two beautiful, if overly vexing, women. He raised a lazy hand in greeting as he passed the register, leading them to an intimate booth to sit. If Miss Milán had anything to say about that connection, he'd be more than content to listen. He smiled urbanely as he saw the ladies seated.
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Post by Katia Medina on Feb 21, 2010 18:40:18 GMT -5
Katia recalled Mano from his visit to her home, and how the two had seemed close despite society's enforced distance rules in many settings like that. Besides the seating chart had been so complex that she still was not sure what many of the relationships had been that night. She might have asked Eros more about Mano, but considering she was playing at knowing more than she did, she chose wisely to keep her mouth closed, and accept the seat that Eros had gestured to. "It is quite lovely, this cafe," was all that Katia would offer.
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Post by Reina Milán on Feb 22, 2010 15:00:50 GMT -5
Reina stepped in after the two and inwardly smiled at the ambiance that greeted them. The place was quaint, soothing and welcoming qualities that she looked for in café’s. The idea of pulling out a great book and kicking back to relax was an idea she was starting to take a liking to. Reina was used to café’s and what not, but the ones in Spain were so busy and loud and being able to relax was so rare.
Following the two she barely caught what Eros had said and had almost responded with something completely unrelated. “Your friend must be proud.” [/color] she was able to quickly correct herself just before seating herself in the booth.[/blockquote]
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Feb 23, 2010 18:54:38 GMT -5
Eros could quite well imagine the smirk on Mano's face should he hear such compliments, most especially after his own earlier set-down as owner of a mere candy shop. There was no pride in peddling sugar to snot-nosed children, and again he mentally cursed the owner of the book store for being unwilling to sell. He'd offered her generous compensation, she'd simply been too stubborn to see the advantage; the girl had obviously needed the Galleons.
"Oh yes, terribly so," he said, his thoughts shuttered behind a well-honed mask of polite distance. "He rather enjoys it as well. Personal accomplishments and all that." He wouldn't mention the extent of Mano's love for manual labor, loathe to make his friend appear less than sterling in front of company, but he still didn't understand it. His own experiment was a failure, and he was seriously considering abandoning it at the end of term to return home. He'd finally decided that his own comfort and level of stimulation were quite worth the cost of paying his debts to Father.
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Post by Reina Milán on Feb 28, 2010 14:27:52 GMT -5
Turning her head momentarily to Katia she raised a brow at the silence that was coming from her friend. Her eyes flickered towards d'Avonderre, but she didn't see him as a cause for silence. "Katia your silence is freighting." her friend was awfully silent, was it because she wasn't sure what to say, or was there some sort of awkward barrier that Reina was missing? Turning to Eros, she could only smile, unsure of what else it was she could say at this point, Katia should be leading and at this point she wasn't really doing much leading. Perhaps Reina should start taking charge on her own, she tended to be good at that, but maybe she should give her friend a chance to talk.
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Post by Katia Medina on Feb 28, 2010 16:18:45 GMT -5
What could Katia say to that? She hadn't wanted to interrupt and stick her foot into something, didn't want Eros to think that she was incapable of carrying her weight, but at the same time, didn't want to be lumped with Reina. A small girl walked by and placed menus on the table, Katia flashed her a brief smile, and then when she was out of earshot spoke. "There are times when silence has the loudest voice," Katia said softly, "I was just taking in my environment. I knew that you could handle yourself in conversation."
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