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Fowler
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Date Posted: 20:16:28 01/08/02 Tue
The small bell on the door of the intimate cafe sings its silver-tuned chime as the passageway opens. A small amount of chilled air seeps into the interior of the comfortable niche, yet the supreme warmth soon quells all rebellion of the chill. Attempting to rid of the tingling sensation most get when cold melts into warmth, Fowler rubs her delicate hands against the flared sleeves of her (simple yet trendy) dark green shirt. Obviously, the honey-hued sophomore had not dressed up, with her long-sleeved blouse and low-cut Rampage flares. Still, it suited her excellent figure.
Gold fleck'd orbs momentarily travel across the sea of foreign faces, though no surprise alters her nonchalant expression. The Miami native had not expected to know of anyone within the college, except her "body guard" cousin, Carson (she scoffs at this thought). A graceful shrug rolls of her slender shoulders, an indication of her fairly indifferent mood.
Swift steps carry the willowy frame of the intriguing brunette closer to the tall, slick counter of the Coffeehouse. Leaning against the bar-like blockade, Fowler's slender forearms rest against the shiny surface. As the attention of the worker is caught, the beauty begins to order in her articulate voice, "Yes, just a hot chocolate. Thanks." Coffee does not suit the simple tastes of the exquisite none, and tea does not entertain her taste buds for long- a true addict of hot chocolate.
Upon recieving the steaming cup of cocoa, Fowler turns, with nimble grace, to seek out a small booth for two. There's no need to take up a larger booth, for the college student is alone; independent.
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