His eyes flitted up from the text he was reading to occasionally glance over the clientel of the cafe... he liked to scour the crowds, he liked to make connections.. Burnt caramel hued eyes stopped on the girl who had settled down across from him.. flickering down to his text.. moving back up to get a look at her... she was a fine piece.. and.. was that Russian? .. A slow smirk spread across his features when he allowed his cool gaze to settle on her for more than a second... ususally you could feel someone looking at you and would look up, but she didn't... "Say.. is that Russian?" -- RD Present: Caf� Brio

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Date Posted: Thu, Jan 26 2006, 10:07am PST
Author: Angelo
Subject: His eyes flitted up from the text he was reading to occasionally glance over the clientel of the cafe... he liked to scour the crowds, he liked to make connections.. Burnt caramel hued eyes stopped on the girl who had settled down across from him.. flickering down to his text.. moving back up to get a look at her... she was a fine piece.. and.. was that Russian? .. A slow smirk spread across his features when he allowed his cool gaze to settle on her for more than a second... ususally you could feel someone looking at you and would look up, but she didn't... "Say.. is that Russian?"
In reply to: Anna 's message, "Speaking words that fit so tightly" on Wed, Jan 25 2006, 4:04pm PST

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Anna had been focussing intently on the novel, she hadn�t even felt his eyes as they landed on her. While she read one hand rose absently to tuck a strand of wavy golden blond hair back behind her ear. It was they that a voice that seemed to be directed at her caught her attention. Anna�s hazel eyes rose, to land on the male directly across from her. He was one of those guys that every girl swooned over- she could tell already. And by the way he carried himself, and even by the way he looked at her Anna could guess that his ego wasn�t lacking anything as a result. Anna didn�t go for people like that- to Anna it was pretty much like stepping in front of a train. Anna�s brows furrowed slightly and she nodded slowly. �Yah,� she tipped the book upwards slightly so he could see the cover. She noticed he was holding a book himself- which surprised her. Guys like him didn�t read. (NT) -- Anna, Thu, Jan 26 2006, 3:35pm PST