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are male…” Michelle said, plaintively. William snorted and motioned for her to continue. “Anyway, Leah and I each grabbed a CO2 fire extinguisher and spent a glorious half minute freezing all their clothing solid.”
At this, William’s eyebrows shot up, a smile creeping over his face.
“Why, you little minx,” he said, admiringly. Michelle shrugged.
“They deserved it,” she said. “They never should have messed with kids who received A’s in Chemistry.” William chuckled, nodding his head.
“Sounds like fun,” he said, catching Michelle’s eye.
“It was,” she said, sighing a little. “You could hear the screams all the way to the quad.”
Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, William watched his date smile at the table; she appeared lost in youthful memories.
“I think that is one of the best pranks I have ever heard of,” he stated. All of the sudden, his stomach rumbled; William’s face reddened a little; to her credit Michelle pretended she hadn’t heard. “Service is a little slow,” William joked, rubbing the back of his neck. Michelle gave him a smile.
“I bet the food is worth the wait,” she said, gently. Something in Michelle’s voice put William at ease. Sinking back comfortably against the booth, he looked at her.
“It is,” said he. “Like so many things.” Michelle bit her lip and looked away; William's gaze was so intense she felt warmed through, like being slowly dipped in melted chocolate. Michelle fiddled with the tablecloth and steered her mind away from that whole realm.
William watched her for a moment, and then cleared his throat.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something, Michelle,” said he. A wave of nervousness welled up in his companion at these words. Michelle forced herself to look up at William despite her trepidation; she’d long realized it was best to face questions with bravery, even if one did not feel it. “That portrait you drew of me... had you been watching me long?” William continued. Michelle swallowed, forcing herself to keep eye contact with her companion.
“Not really watching, per say...” she managed, feeling a blush creep up her neck. “You just walked by at the same, exact time. I really only saw you for a few seconds each day… walking in the one direction, but never back.” Smiling at the young woman’s uncertain tone, William switched his gaze to the vase on the table.
“I see. Well, I go to lunch and then I walk around the block back to work. Exercise, you know,” he explained, looking over at Michelle again. “You drew that picture of me just from that?”
Michelle looked at him with mild surprise.
“Oh, no…” she said, firmly. “There was this one little boy. He ran into you one day.” Her smile returned as she watched William’s eyebrows draw together in puzzlement.
“I remember...” he said, brightening. “The little urchin was running from his mum; he slammed right into my leg.” He shook his head, grinning. “He reminded me of myself, when things were simpler.” Looking at Michelle, William saw her regarding him with a soft look in her eyes.
“You smiled at him,” she said. “I had never seen you smile before but when you looked down at the boy there was… a glow that spread over your face, and the warmth of it radiated in that dismal crowd. I couldn’t rest until I’d put your expression on paper.” Michelle’s eyes brightened as she spoke.
William forgot his grumbling stomach and leaned towards her a little. This girl fascinated him; she had such a passion for art and it showed through her eyes and carefully chosen words. He felt he could watch her for hours. He was tempted to launch into a discussion on Monet just to hear her sweet voice and watch her lovely mouth form words.
Realizing he was staring, William straightened up, shaking his head a little. What spell was he under? He’d known this young woman only a few hours, and he’d spent all that time vastly enjoying himself.
At this, William’s eyebrows shot up, a smile creeping over his face.
“Why, you little minx,” he said, admiringly. Michelle shrugged.
“They deserved it,” she said. “They never should have messed with kids who received A’s in Chemistry.” William chuckled, nodding his head.
“Sounds like fun,” he said, catching Michelle’s eye.
“It was,” she said, sighing a little. “You could hear the screams all the way to the quad.”
Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, William watched his date smile at the table; she appeared lost in youthful memories.
“I think that is one of the best pranks I have ever heard of,” he stated. All of the sudden, his stomach rumbled; William’s face reddened a little; to her credit Michelle pretended she hadn’t heard. “Service is a little slow,” William joked, rubbing the back of his neck. Michelle gave him a smile.
“I bet the food is worth the wait,” she said, gently. Something in Michelle’s voice put William at ease. Sinking back comfortably against the booth, he looked at her.
“It is,” said he. “Like so many things.” Michelle bit her lip and looked away; William's gaze was so intense she felt warmed through, like being slowly dipped in melted chocolate. Michelle fiddled with the tablecloth and steered her mind away from that whole realm.
William watched her for a moment, and then cleared his throat.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something, Michelle,” said he. A wave of nervousness welled up in his companion at these words. Michelle forced herself to look up at William despite her trepidation; she’d long realized it was best to face questions with bravery, even if one did not feel it. “That portrait you drew of me... had you been watching me long?” William continued. Michelle swallowed, forcing herself to keep eye contact with her companion.
“Not really watching, per say...” she managed, feeling a blush creep up her neck. “You just walked by at the same, exact time. I really only saw you for a few seconds each day… walking in the one direction, but never back.” Smiling at the young woman’s uncertain tone, William switched his gaze to the vase on the table.
“I see. Well, I go to lunch and then I walk around the block back to work. Exercise, you know,” he explained, looking over at Michelle again. “You drew that picture of me just from that?”
Michelle looked at him with mild surprise.
“Oh, no…” she said, firmly. “There was this one little boy. He ran into you one day.” Her smile returned as she watched William’s eyebrows draw together in puzzlement.
“I remember...” he said, brightening. “The little urchin was running from his mum; he slammed right into my leg.” He shook his head, grinning. “He reminded me of myself, when things were simpler.” Looking at Michelle, William saw her regarding him with a soft look in her eyes.
“You smiled at him,” she said. “I had never seen you smile before but when you looked down at the boy there was… a glow that spread over your face, and the warmth of it radiated in that dismal crowd. I couldn’t rest until I’d put your expression on paper.” Michelle’s eyes brightened as she spoke.
William forgot his grumbling stomach and leaned towards her a little. This girl fascinated him; she had such a passion for art and it showed through her eyes and carefully chosen words. He felt he could watch her for hours. He was tempted to launch into a discussion on Monet just to hear her sweet voice and watch her lovely mouth form words.
Realizing he was staring, William straightened up, shaking his head a little. What spell was he under? He’d known this young woman only a few hours, and he’d spent all that time vastly enjoying himself.
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