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Post by roxi on Mar 24, 2011 2:02:57 GMT -5
As Roxi finished her glass of wine, she reached for the bottle and poured herself another. A smile crossed her face as she took another drink, the alcohol in the wine starting to buzz through her head and make her feel a little more awak and lively. When their food came her stomach was growling and she put her napkin in her lap before using her silverware to cut up her meat. It was all so delicious and she looked up at Aaron.
"How is yours?" she asked, a sparkle in her light blue eyes. |
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Post by teal on Mar 24, 2011 10:30:16 GMT -5
Aaron took another bite, fiddling with the chopsticks. When it failed and the sushi dropped back on his plate he stabbed the chopsticks though the centers of the sushi roll and then placed it in his mouth. He took a sip of wine to try to wash away the hot sauce that was burning his mouth and then placed the glass back down after he had a large sip. Aaron pulled the napkin that was placed in his lap to his lips to wipe away any excess food and then dropped it back into his lap. ”It’s really good,” he smiled at her. ”How’s yours?” Aaron asked politely, seeing her eating away at the food. He took another bite and swallowed it, trying to get all of the different flavors and textures of the sushi. It could have possibly been the best sushi he had ever had.
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Post by roxi on Mar 28, 2011 15:14:59 GMT -5
"Amazing, thank you." she answered with a smile as she finished eating her food. The waitor came and cleared their plates and Roxi rested her fore arms on the table as she sipped on her wine. Her light blue eyes shone as she looked across the table at Aaron as he thanked the waitor for removing their plates. |
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Post by teal on Mar 28, 2011 19:15:23 GMT -5
Aaron nodded at her polite, yet simple statement. He moved his arms out of the way when the waiter came to clear their plates; his arms went up as if a police asked him to raise his hands. They weren’t high up, just up to where his shoulders were about. The waiter handed his the check as he handed him his credit card and the waiter went way. In the meantime he sipped the last of his wine as he looked at Roxi. She looked so beautiful, but there was no spark between them, No electricity. Nada, zippo, zero, nothing. When the waiter returned Aaron signed his autograph before setting the pen back down. ”Ready?” he asked, as the date wasn’t going anywhere.
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