Andre wandered in with all the arrogance and presence he seemed to be swamped with, his golden hair getting slightly long, long enough to tuck behind his ears. A pair of oakleys rested on the bridge of his golden tanned nose, a pair of wet board shorts handing from his sculpted golden hips and a white beater tossed casually over his shoulder. He looked like an adonis- though he clearly didn;t care. He didn't return the flirtacious glances or the smiles- he merely walked tot he counter and ordered an iced coffee. He nearly walked into her as he moved away fromt he counter with his cool drink, and cocked a brow at her in recognition, even flashing her a slight smirk "Hey Aislinn." That was all. He didn;t stop to chat, merely went to sit down... he was a man of few words to say the least. The media hated him for it. -- RD Future: Caf� Brio

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Date Posted: Thu, Aug 03 2006, 1:52pm PDT
Author: Andre
Subject: Andre wandered in with all the arrogance and presence he seemed to be swamped with, his golden hair getting slightly long, long enough to tuck behind his ears. A pair of oakleys rested on the bridge of his golden tanned nose, a pair of wet board shorts handing from his sculpted golden hips and a white beater tossed casually over his shoulder. He looked like an adonis- though he clearly didn;t care. He didn't return the flirtacious glances or the smiles- he merely walked tot he counter and ordered an iced coffee. He nearly walked into her as he moved away fromt he counter with his cool drink, and cocked a brow at her in recognition, even flashing her a slight smirk "Hey Aislinn." That was all. He didn;t stop to chat, merely went to sit down... he was a man of few words to say the least. The media hated him for it.
In reply to: Aislinn Bergin 's message, "Fumbling her confidence and wondering why the world has passed her by..
" on Sun, Jun 11 2006, 7:58pm PDT

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She was good and ready to give someone an earful when he got into her way - interrupting her first taste of her danish, which she usually ate near the counter and then jetted off - but when she realized who it was, she smirked a bit. She wasn't normally one to "chase" a man but this guy she viewed as more of a challenge - he was locked up tight, and she could tell from a mile away - she wanted to pick the lock - plus he had one of the damn nicest bodies she'd ever seen and she was willing to bet he gave a helluva ride. Another plus was that he was her kind - or he was supposed to be, regardless of how much of an awkward personal relationship he had with the waves. She followed him to his booth and slid in opposite him. "Good morning, Andre." She smiled sweetly, fingers dosing a piece of the flakey pastry crust into her mouth as she watched him. (NT) -- Aislinn, Thu, Aug 03 2006, 2:24pm PDT