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Date Posted: 21:04:40 01/13/02 Sun
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's message, ". • º ¤ r e q u i r e d ¤ º • ." on 20:34:39 01/13/02 Sun
Nimble fingers pick her own napkin up once more, fiddling with the corner's of the pearl-color'd materiall; folding and re-folding the edges. A new energy seems to pulse through her spicy veins, a fidgeting adrenaline which causes her sneaker'd feet to tap at the floor of the intimate diner.
Sassy gaze of she forms a mixture of disdain and distate for the tight attire of the woman. It appears as if the thread would "pop" and split her clothing right off her. Not one to hide her feelings, Fowler's nose automatically scrunches at the sight- not caring if the woman serving the food would notice.
A light trail of laughter stirs from the velvet vocals of the youthful belle, admiring the words of Madison. Sly grin is tossed in the blonde's direction, a "way to go" on her assessment of her brother. She missed her own sibling rivalry, the taunts and feuds between herself and Carlos, but that was neither her nor there.
Something about Jordan makes the gstunning brunette enjoy 'ribbing' him, her abrasive words morphing into harshly playful banter, "I haven't known you long, Cowboy, but something tells me you'll never change from the way you are right now. Which, to part of the female population, is probably considered a bad thing." Devilish grins rests on her smooth expression, her delicate hands leaving her crumpled napking to daringly snatch a single fry from his plate.
Munching on it thoughtfully, her right foot continues to tap on the ground with an unknown source of energy. Glance flits towards Madison momentarily, before resting on Jordan's handsome face once more. "Of course, what scares me is that some girls wouldn't consider it a bad thing." Okay, she relents to herself that she finds him physically attractive, but nothing more. A friendship could be made, would be made, and a friendship it would stay- right? Appalled by her own thoughts- she barely knew Jordan, and this was the guy who angered her by his very first words... She quickly begins to "work" on her napkin once more, creating a disfigured oragami frog from her fidgeting.
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