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Date Posted: Wed, Jan 18 2006, 7:42pm PST
Author: Brett
Subject: You just might make me believe..
In reply to: Brett Holden 's message, "You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go" on Wed, Jan 18 2006, 6:08pm PST

"Good." He stated at the fact that she said she was starving before he cocked a brow at her other statement whats they were outside. "He should be afraid of me, I'll teach him to keep his eyes where they belong." He stated, not in the mood to deal with some young punk kid who thought he knew everything staring at his girlfriend. His hand moved to slide down her now leather clad arm as to find hers and entwine their fingers, leading the way down the sidewalk of the bustling city center. "Where do you want to eat?" He questioned looking down at her, his eyes moving over her face as if to prove to himself that she was fine, to verify that no one had hurt her. He stopped suddenly, pulling her off to the side of the sidewalk, his brow furrowed as he looked down at her. The hand that wasn't squeezing hers lifted up to brush the back of his chilled fingers over her cheek, his eyes down at her. "I hate to do this..but we have to talk over lunch love..." His voice gave away that it was something serious, something he wasn't happy about.

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"You're such a bully..." But she was just playing, and leaned against him as they walked, her face turned up to him - not spending much time looking where she was going because he was there to guide the way and she much preferred to watch him. "Um... I want just like.. A really good sandwich and soup." It was a soup 'n' san' sort of day, and she was hungry enough to eat both. When he stopped suddenly, and with the serious tone to his voice, she frowned a little - but only briefly before she just pushed gently against his chest and shook her head at him. "Well, a lunch without conversation would be a little dull, don't you think?" It was obvious that he was being serious, but she wasn't all that interested in serious - not with how good things were these days, and the baby on its way, and the wedding fast approaching. (NT) -- Dom, Wed, Jan 18 2006, 7:48pm PST