the unknown frontier /T|chloe\

[dominik ramirez collins]

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i dont believe in blind optimism

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Maybe today would be his chance. But it wasn't starting out like he'd hoped. Either his date was late, or not showing up. The restruant was fairly well seated, and he'd noticed a girl his age sitting across from him, alone just like him. His curiosity was overwhelming. He usually was an extremely rational person, but the emotions of discovery overtook him, and he stood up slowly to sit across from her, thinking that she was the one he was supposed to be meeting "Hi." he said slowly as he looked around quickly "You must be Chloe?"

Little did he know, that this Chloe was someone completely different.

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[chloe grace wilson]

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Jesus Christ, what was she doing?

A blind date. Yup. Really. In all the crappy horror movies, a blind date usually ended up in murder and she wasn't being a sad sack but she didn't want to die tonight. She had gig tickets for tomorrow. She wasn't a terribly spontaneous girl but her friends had worn her down. Sarah, the girl who had set this up, had assured her that Philip (that was his name), was a total catch. He might have been but she wasn't that interested in pursuing a relationship but it was a Friday night and if she wasn't going out tonight, she'd just be sat in her underwear, eating ice cream and watching The Steve Wilkos Show so really, she had bugger all to lose.

Chloe examined her reflection closely, chewing on a dusky pink lower lip. How understated was understated? Her big blue eyes were outlined in black kohl neatly, her lashes coated in mascara. A dust of powder helped conceal her freckles. Her long blonde hair fell in loose, carefully constructed curls that bobbed happily around her slender shoulders. It was a first date so she didn't want to dress too slutty. Did she?

Under her pretty patterned dress. Chloe wore her brand new push up bra. She wasn't expecting to get naked or anything, she was a lady, but the girls could do with any help they could get. Okay. She needed to calm down.

Grabbing her blazer, keys, purse (she wasn't going to let him pay for anything. She was a strong, independent woman who don't need no man) and her little clutch bag, she shut the door behind her, her long pale legs taking wide strides. It was still a bit nippy outside and she ducked her head against the breeze, keeping one hand on her stylish hat that used to belong to her grandmother. Once inside, she scanned the area, just in case her date was already there and she felt uneasy. Chloe saw a few potential candidates. There were a few single guys in the place; a tall blonde with cute eyes, a redhead in a vaguely offensive T shirt and an overweight middle aged man. Please let it be the blonde one.

Nervously chewing on her lower lip, Chloe strode to a table, just out of the way but with a good view on the door. Chloe shrugged off her blazer, draping it across the back of her chair, jiggling her legs underneath the table anxiously. Then a sudden thought struck her. What if her date had already arrived, saw her and left? Oh God. This was the worst idea ever!

Letting out a groan, she placed her elbow on the table and her palm to her forehead. She told Sarah this was a bad idea but she'd insisted. She'd said she was young and she needed to have some fun before she grew up. Was this boy older? College? University? Just then, someone approached the table, blocking out her light and she swiftly looked up.

Hot dang.

No way. This couldn't be her date. This tall, dark, bona fide Greek god. Was she Chloe? Ahaha. She had no idea, she'd forgotten her name. A few seconds of silence passed and she nodded dumbly before remembering her manners. "Yes," she said briskly, offering him a bright smile. She got to her feet, extending her hand to him to shake. "Hi," she said, a faint blush suffusing her cheeks. Her attention was caught by the arrival of another boy. He approached a blonde girl who was wearing a too short skirt and it was too tight and her boobs were threatening to break loose. The boy asked if she was Chloe. Oh shit. The other boy was Phillip. What was she going to do now? Not flip out, hopefully.

He seemed vaguely familiar, like she'd seen him around once or twice. She smiled again before she sat down, reaching up to tug on a stray curl. She felt a twinge of guilt. This boy hadn't come to see her, he'd come to see the other Chloe and she was tempted to correct him but he did approach her. "Thank you for coming," she said softly.

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[dominik ramirez collins]

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i dont believe in blind optimism

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But his logic was faulty, why would staying in his dorm all day until his work and only to come back to fall asleep on his couch, improve his social standing. God he could not wait to get out of this hierarchy of idiocy that ran the place like a kingdom, hopefully college the people there will grow the fuck up and realize that this system of social classes was stupid. But he focused back to the situation here and now. He had no reason to be here, he repeated to himself. He was probably going to meet some bombshell, but he'd never get far with those things. He wanted some brains and a decent conversation, not listen to her truck along some story about her ex boyfriend and how he was different. sigh

But the girl across from him didn't seem to notice him when he approached, and once he asked her name her facial expressions were hilarious in a sense, but she answered and he shook her hand softly, finding himself a seat beside her. He smiled and shrugged, finding himself in front of some goddess that was hiding away in the corner. Holy crap.

"Don't worry about it." he smiled, overhearing the conversation behind him. He looked back carefully and raised a brow "Looks like I have some explaining to do, My names Dominik." he smiled slightly "Looks like im your blind date for the evening."

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words; 644
music; The Bucket Fist // Selectracks
notes; oops ;D
what he's wearing; here

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[chloe grace wilson]

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She really hoped this wasn't some sort of cruel joke. If that was the case, her friends were dicks and she needed new ones. Fast. As she sat in silence, she decided to people watch. It was fascinating. A group of who she presumed to be university students were at a table, guffawing over beer and pizza. A couple sat a little away from here, so obviously stuck in that honeymoon phase of a relationship. They were all gooey eyed, wearing matching silly smiles on their faces as they stroked each other's hands over the table and they didn't break away, even when the server came with their food.

Sighing softly, Chloe's slender fingers reached out to grab a breadstick that was in a basket in the middle of her table. She wasn't like many other girls at Dulcinea Academy, she couldn't give a flying fart in space about what she ate. It was bread. She liked bread. Bread was good. Still watching the door, she nibbled at one edge of the snack like a bunny.

In all honesty, she wasn't even that hungry. It was mostly nerves. What if she'd been set up with a mass murderer? Chloe was often out of an evening with friends but she did prefer to cook. She'd never been to this restaurant before so she was eager to find out what they served here. She thought she'd have to be prim and proper and order a garden salad or something to try and impress him but she sniffed the air cautiously as her mouth instantly began to water. She wanted steak. Yum.

Chloe smiled again. He seemed…nice. Attractive but didn't seem to know it and she was overcome with a sudden sense of dread. She probably looked like a troll when stood next to him. People were looking over, even girls with boyfriends were looking over. Her pale cheeks were hot and flushed pink and she cleared her throat. Honestly? She would have preferred someone plainer, maybe with glasses. She liked the gawky teenage boys in plaid shirts. She didn't know what to do when faced with a stud muffin. Stud muffin? What? Oh God.

My name's Dominik.

Oh. Oh. Unable to help herself, she let out a bark of laughter and swiftly clapped a hand over her mouth to try and stifle the giggles. Hilarious! Of course this wasn't Philip, duh. She'd never been so lucky. Philip was currently chatting up the blonde in the tight dress, clearly keen and she wasn't doing anything to dampen his enthusiasm. Slut. "I'm sorry," she said suddenly as she flicked her eyes back to Dominik, her big blue eyes twinkling in the dim light. "That's not funny at all. Hi."

As he sat, she twisted in her seat, leaning in a little in a friendly gesture to try and get rid of any hanging awkwardness. She was faced with a problem; should she correct him? He was here to meet Chloe but not this Chloe. His Chloe was laughing (too loudly in her opinion), tossing her hair back and touching Philip's arms in an overly flirtatious manner than kid of made her squirm uncomfortably. No. This boy seemed nice and it was just dinner. Who knew? Maybe they'd be friends. Fate had obviously stepped in.

He obviously knew her name so there was no need for her to say anything. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said with another blush and a laugh, shaking her head at the hilarity and just sheer strangeness of the entire situation. "I've never done anything like this in my whole life," Chloe was quick to say, flicking her eyes back up to his as she offered a smile. She felt a tinge of guilt. She wasn't exactly lying to the boy but she did feel like perhaps she was cheating him out of meeting someone genuinely interesting. "It's nice to put a face to the name," she continued on with her little white lie.

"You have lovely hair," she blurted out without even thinking about it. It was genuinely lovely and he smelt divine but she didn't want to freak him out. Reaching out to take the menu, she flipped it over before looking back at him, positively exuding cheeriness. She found him attractive but she wasn't sure she was attracted to him. Not yet anyway. "Friends of yours set you up?" She asked, interested to know what had possessed him to come along. Oh she did hope he hadn't suffered an aneurysm or something.

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[dominik ramirez collins]

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i dont believe in blind optimism

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And he was sitting across a beautiful girl in his opinion, who was probably bored out of her mind because of him not talking. He chuckled slightly at the innocence she possessed at chewing on a piece of bread. She seemed to be looking around, and he followed her gaze casually, noticing the surrounding patrons. And a few curious eyes met his, and he just broke the gaze of girls watching him, was he really that standing out... Great...

To get him distracted from all the eyes on him, he looked slowly to the menu. He really didn't know what to say as he looked at the menu, neither what he wanted to order. He picked something random and said his name as he lowed the menu back onto the table. What he wasn't expecting, was for her to burst out laughing. He just raised a brow and smiled as he crept one of his elbows onto the table. He just watched her laugh all cute or whatnot.

Another curve ball, what is going on... She was apologizing? He only shrugged and whipped a comment back "No worries, Some people say I'm a hidden comedian." He smiled softly back, hoping she wouldn't take it the wrong way.

He listened to her as he grabbed a breadstick of his own, taking a small bite before realizing it was chewy, and he ripped a piece off, but physics wasn't in the mood to joke around, and it caused him to whip his head back and bonk slightly on the wooden divider behind him "Ouch..." he rubbed his head slowly as she finished talking.

"If it makes you feel better, I'm new to blind dating too." he smiled softly, as she continued with how he got here. It was a question rather, he should have thought of that. And when he comprehended it he just chuckled "I wouldn't say set up, more like dragged, how about you?" He smiled and looked to the young female waiter, looking jealously at his date and then back to him, asking for what he wanted to eat and drink, all that mumbo jumbo. He ordered himself some shrimp and a soda, a bit curious if she'd be a salad girl. He still sat there, rubbing his head with the a free hand.

Gosh he was stupid.

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music; Seeing Stars (Vexare Remix ) // First State ft Sarah Howells
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[chloe grace wilson]

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Chloe laughed.

Her laugh was high and melodious, like a tinkering bell. He was funny! Who knew? She flashed him a smile that dimpled her left cheek cutely, cocking her head to the side as a stray blonde tendril escaped and cascaded over her bare shoulder. "Really?" She asked, her smile widening to a grin. She didn't mean to flirt. She wasn't sure if she was sending out any kind of signals. She didn't know this boy. She didn't even know his surname but he was cute and he was polite and those were good points.

She looked down coyly, chewing on the inside of her cheek. She didn't like awkward silences but really, what did she expect? They were two teenagers who had been thrown together and she couldn't help but wonder if Dominik would be having more fun with the other Chloe. Unable to help it, she felt a pang of self-consciousness in the pit of her stomach and it started to spread, leaking to her limbs which felt cold and heavy. Urgh.

"That's good," she said kindly, offering him another smile. "I like a sense of humour." That much was true. She normally went for goody guys. The ones who maybe weren't overly academic but someone who could make her genuinely, honestly giggle. He didn't strike her as one of those boys but looks could be deceptive. Maybe he could be a fan of Gustav Klimt like she was, maybe he could like AC/DC like she did.

Bang!

"Oh!" Chloe gasped, her bright blue eyes wide, her hands outstretched automatically to make sure he was okay. "Are you okay?" She gushed almost instantly, her voice low, careful not to attract any more attention in case he was embarrassed. Dominik rubbed his head and she gently touched one of his hand, folding her plump lips together as she fought a smile. All in all, it was a bit funny. They were so awkward, it was palpable. He had to laugh, too. For some reason, it but her at ease a little. Maybe he was goofy after all. Very gently, she tapped the back of his hand with a long index finger in a soft, reassuring manner. He really was cute.

Dragged? Chloe smiled but she felt a twinge of disappointment. The way he said it made it seem like it was a chore to come out and meet her, like he didn't want to meet her at all. She shrugged, looking around. "Sort of," she admitted. "My friend thought it'd be a good idea," she went on. "I like meeting new people," she replied with a dazzling smile. "And I thought it would be fun, an experience. Apparently, I have issues meeting someone by traditional means." It was okay, she could be honest. She probably wouldn't see him again.

"Hi," she stated cheerily as the waiter came along. "Could I have a ginger ale, please?" She said with a smile. "With a slice of lime, if that's possible?" The request seemed odd but it was just one of her little quirks. When asked if she wanted ice, she nodded. "And could I get," pausing, she decided to be true to herself. When Dominik ordered shrimp, she debated ordering salad. Ah, bollocks to it. "The double burger, please? With the bacon. And the American cheese. Perfect." Snapping the menu shut, she held it out for the server to take. Yum.

"Tell me a bit about yourself," Chloe said with an encouraging smile. Her body language was open and inviting. Her elbows were on the table, her chin resting on an upturned palm as she looked at him. She was sure she'd seen him around but then again, she had the memory of a goldfish. Was he a model? Maybe that's why he seemed familiar; he was on the Abercrombie & Fitch billboard. She hoped Dominik would give her something to work with, that he'd open up more. She didn't want to do all the talking here.

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[dominik ramirez collins]

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i dont believe in blind optimism

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He smiled softly to her, raising his shoulders a bit to rest on the table. That was something new, all the girls he met were so boring and never really laughed at what he said, maybe he just was having a lucky day. But when he did his stupidity with that bread roll, he couldn't help but smile like a girl getting her new toy pony.

But he felt a small touch, and from the corner of his eye he noticed it was her finger. Wow, that's something new, a girl who actually cared about his physical health. His first one really didn't care that he was hit by a frickin' suv. For her to be so shocked about him getting a small knock to the head only made him warm up a bit more. His heart felt like an iceberg drifting down into tropical waters. Jesus.

"Yeah I'm fine." he smiled to her when she asked about how he got here. Once he told her he was 'dragged' here, he felt a huge hammer to the chest, thanks god. He knew now that he messed up his conversation. Dammit Dom. He nodded though, realizing his mistake, but he saw a small spot for slight redemption. "Yeah I have that same problem." he smiled, hoping to show that he knew how she felt, and that he didn't mean what he said just a few moments ago.

When he waited for her to order, he messed up again, Chivalry rushed back into him, Ladies first. Gah. But he just fumed quietly in the confines in his head. But he looked at her wide-eyed when she ordered the rather surprising burger. "Wow, Now I feel girly." he chuckled "Kidding!"

Once the waiter left with the menu's, he sat up straight and rested a chin on his hand that was propped up by the table. She asked what he did or what not, and he nodded "I'm the captain of the soccer team at the Videlict Academy." He nodded, wondering if he had seen her before, he wasn't sure "I work down by the doors a few ways away from here." He paused, trying to think of something random "Oh, A fun fact, I actually speak fluent Portugese." he smiled and took a quick drink of his water.

"How about you? Model?" he said with a bit of a grin, wondering how she'd respond.

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[chloe grace wilson]

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No, he was legitimately cute. The bread thing? Cute. Bumping his head? Adorable. She hadn't meant to laugh. It was a knee jerk reaction. If she was nervous or anxious or confused, she laughed. Her entire family did it and her mum was the worst. "Sure?" Chloe asked again, her big sky blue eyes flicking back and forth across his face, surveying him closely.

"I might have some Tylenol in my bag somewhere," she mumbled as she leant off her seat to snatch up her clutch bag. She felt nothing wrong with going for a rummage. "In case you're a bit sore," she went on explain, mentioning his little bump on the head. "No," she said as she moved her purse. "Nope," she muttered as she pushed away her cell phone. "Urgh," she grumbled as she pushed around her keys, tube of lipstick, a small packet of tissues, completely forgetting she had company. "Aha!" She exclaimed triumphantly, extracting a small white bottle. Then she felt the need to explain.

She blushed, offering an embarrassed smile. "I get migraines often," Chloe said. And they were awful. "And I tend to bump my head into stuff a lot," she paused, snorting with laughter. "Might explain the headaches," she said with a roll of her eyes at her own stupidity, poking her left temple with the pad of a long and slender index finger. Someone kill her.

Chloe blinked, tilting her head to the left a little, amused by his comment as a hint of a smile played along the curve of her lips. Definitely cute. Oh so he believed chivalry wasn't dead? "You're a dying breed," she remarked, awarding him with a flash of her white and even teeth. "A gentleman." Everything she was saying was flirty and she didn't know why. She hoped it would stop, she didn't want him to get the wrong idea. It was far too early to tell if she was attracted to him deeply or not.

"It's okay," she cooed, trying to soothe him somewhat. "I'll take care of ya, honey," Chloe said with an overly dramatic wink, clearly kidding, using her best manly deep voice in her very best impersonation of a boy. Boys were daft. Chloe was a young, modern, independent woman. She could look after herself but all teenage boys were gross and lead around by their dicks but Dominik? He seemed a bit different. "At least you didn't order for me," she said with a smile. "I really, really hate that," she lamented as she pulled a face, her pretty facial features creasing as she pulled tongues. "Oooh thank you," she said with a sunny smile as their drinks arrived, pulling the tall glass towards her, stirring the drink with her straw before taking a small sip.

"Oh!" Chloe exclaimed suddenly, slamming her palm on the table through excitement. "I knew I'd seen you before," she gushed, eyes sparkling in the dim light. "That's awesome," she said, genuinely impressed. That would explain why he was so tall and fit. She has an inkling he had washboard abs underneath his T shirt but she was far too polite to ask.

Hang on.

He spoke fluent Portuguese? All of a sudden, she fell a little bit in love with him. He'd knocked her off her feet. Chloe fell silent, staring at him, awestruck. He may just be the perfect man so far. She offered him another smile, wide, broad and genuine as she felt a shiver of excitement thrill down the length of her spine. He had no idea. Why would he? He didn't know that languages were her weakness. Matching his coyness, she looked down again. "Fun fact," she spoke up. "I love languages," looking back up into his face, she chewed on her lower lip. "Can't get enough of them. I actually want to study modern languages after graduation."

Then she laughed again, loud and hard and totally unabashedly. She snorted, hands going to her face and a few people looked around and upon finding the source of the noise, shot her a dirty look. "No!" She exclaimed, totally tickled pink by his flirty remark. "With this nose?" She asked, inhaling sharply. "Oh nuuuu," she replied with a shake of her head, flapping his hands. Funnily enough, his comment had touched her. She blushed faintly, still chuckling, flattered and amused in equal measure.

"I'm a nobody," she said gently, taking another sip of her drink through her straw, shrugging gently. "I'm a runner," she stated, wondering if they'd find some sort of common ground with his soccer. "I have a dog called Roscoe, I'm allergic to strawberries, I want to travel," she admitted, her eyebrows knitting together and her body language changing, letting Dominik know subconsciously how much she wanted to. If he asked her, she could chat for hours about where she wanted to go and what she wanted to do. "I like the colour red, I don't like carnations and generally speaking, I spend a lot of time alone." It was a sad statement but she made it sound happy.

"And I want to thank Sarah for setting me up," she said with a soft smile towards him, finding herself believing it more and more. Should she tell him the truth? She also wanted to thank him for getting to her before Philip did.

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[dominik ramirez collins]

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She'd blushed for some reason, but an explanation of why she had pills in her purse came quickly after. He'd honestly no time to think of why else she'd have pills like that in her purse, he was just that slow. But he laughed softly along with her as she did, hoping not to create another awkward moment.

He couldn't help but look down and try and avoid her when she was complementing him. For god sakes, it was a first date, a blind one at that. Sure he didn't mind the compliments, but he just didn't expect them. "Oh gee, thanks." he said with a smile as he regained eye contact with her. He really should stop acting like a buffoon.

As he took a sip of the ever shrinking water supply in his glass, she'd talked in this manly, yet hilariously unavoidable voice. He smirked and almost spat the water in his mouth, a huge grin on his face once he recovered. He swallowed and wiped his lips quickly "Warn me before you did that, almost made me into a water fountain!" he smiled. The waiter stared at him peculiarly as Dom was handed his fountain drink. He shrugged back at the guy, only to look back at her and tell her where he was from.

Bam!

He flinched slightly, as she smacked her hand on the table, He looked at her with surprise, but smiled as she explained her motive for catching him off guard like that. He smiled and just shrugged, curious to see what she was like. As he explained a bit about himself, she looked actually interested for once. Which was a bit of an uplift. All the girls he talked to just brushed off his uniqueness and wanted to feel his 'guns' or see his soccer/work abs.

She actually wanted to know more about him. But her sudden silence was a bit frightening, so he tilted his head ever so slightly, but she looked up before he could look like a pug trying to understand what something was. He nodded and smiled to her explanation, that was an interesting major, even yet, it WAS a major.

He commented on her hobby, who knows, she could be a multi-lingual model that is goofier than a clown. He grinned and looked to see some jealous loner sitting in the corner trying to enjoy his meal without having to listen to stupid dating conversations. But he didn't think this was stupid, he actually was generally interested in the conversation, and to be honest, he was interested in her. He knew not to continue the topic of her rather stunning looks, she'd probably deny it until he drilled it into her head. That'd ruin the date though, first impressions, right?

He raised his brow at her comment at her being a nobody, but he stayed silent, seriously curious about her. Once she finished, one of her comments sparked an idea. "We can go running sometime with Roscoe perhaps?" he said with a nod and slightly slow blink, continuing "And if you want, I was actually planning a trip down to Brazil." he looked at her interested, seeing the waiter come around the corner with their food. "Just some food for thought, You could tag along?" he looked at her curiously, hoping he didn't put too much on her plate.

Although the burger in front of her looked like it could feed a family of four.

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She was having a surprisingly nice time.

Things had started off slow but they were picking up now. Dominik was a nice boy and it was starting to nag her, niggle at the back of her mind that he shouldn't be sitting with her. Chloe wasn't a very good liar and on previous occasion, she'd been fairly proud of that. Though listening to him speak, her eyes kept straying over to the door to their respective dates for the evening. She chewed nervously on her full bottom lip, bouncing her leg anxiously underneath the table as her fingers went to her necklace and she tugged softly. It was action that had soothed her, ever since she was a child.

As he choked, she laughed. Probably the wrong thing to do but she'd lost count of the amount of times she'd laughed at inappropriate things. Chloe snorted, loud and hard. The sound shattered the otherwise low hum of conversation as she openly guffawed. "Oh my God!" She exclaimed with a gasp once she'd composed herself, her hands going to her face, her fingers wiping her eyes to try and limit the damage done to her mascara.

"I'm so sorry," she gushed, still chuckling, picking up her napkin and gently dabbing at the corners of her eyes gently. Without thinking, she reached across the table again and repeated the action, tapping the back of Dominik's hand. It was just natural for her. She never really thought much about what she did. She was a very touchy-feely kind of person.

"Oooh yum, thank you," Chloe said with a grateful smile to the waiter who just shot her a bemused look. She shrugged. What're you gonna do? Suddenly ravenous, her mouth began to water as she went about adding a sprinkle of salt to her fries. As far as she was concerned, she wouldn't be seeing Dominik again. This was just a "date". Sort of. It was kind of weird. She didn't know how to define it. A meeting? It was only a date if he asked her out, which he so clearly didn't.

Picking up a fry with her fingers (her mother would be furious!) she gently nibbled on her end, nodding appreciatively. Chloe loved her food. It was probably her favourite thing in the world. The tall blonde probably would have been a chef if she was able to cook but she most certainly wasn't. The last time she'd tried to bake something, it had caught fire in the oven and her parents made her pay for a new one. And the smoke damage to the kitchen. She'd always thought it was a bit harsh. She was only making them a nice cake, anyway.

Minding her own business, she pulled the top off her bun and squirted some tomato ketchup before putting it all back together and attacking it with her knife and fork, cutting small sections out before eating; she was starting but she was still a lady. Sort of.

Chloe looked up with a smile, eagerly nodding her head. "That sounds great," she said with a sunny smile. "Roscoe would love to meet you. He likes new people," she said fondly. He was still a puppy, one from a rescue centre she'd forced her parents into letting her adopt. He was overly excited, he didn't really listen to her and his ears were different colours but to her, he was perfect and she adored him.

"Oh yeah?" The blonde asked, her bright blue eyes sparkling with interest as she offered another smile, chewing on the edge of a bit of crispy bacon. He said he spoke Portuguese earlier. "Do you have family over there?" She asked. "It looks beautiful. I've never been before," she admitted with an embarrassed smile. She didn't travel nearly as much as she wanted her. Her family had a villa in the Algarve, a boat on the French Riviera but nothing like Brazil.
…hold on.

Did he just…invite her to go to South America with him? She blinked. That would be one Hell of a second date. She stared at him, not really sure if he was kidding or not. Oh God. What if he actually was a serial killer? He seemed nice and sweet but they'd be alone in a foreign country and no one would find her if she dumped her body in the sea…okay. Now she was being daft. He'd be going with his parents or something.

It didn't take her long to think about it. "Sure," she said a few seconds later with a smile, nodding along. "That'll be fun," Chloe replied, taking another sip of her drink absently. "I don't know much about Brazil though," she admitted as she took another mouthful of food.

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[dominik ramirez collins]

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He didn't mind the fact she had it on though, she looked amazing. But something wasn't clicking. Tom, the man of the hour, said that she was more about her breasts and wore tight clothing and was extremely touchy. This Chloe was nothing like that, though she did touch him sometimes, but that doesn't count. Although the second time she touched him, even if it was light, there was a small shock he'd never felt before. "Dont worry about it!" he smiled, looking to her and then the food about to be delivered.

The server almost messed up their order, but he remembered that the girl ordered the manly meal, and he was with the wimpy shrimp sampler with chips and some dip. He laughed softly and dug in slowly to his meal just as she was. "If you need help with that, do tell." he looked to her and gave her a playful wink.

did you just fucking wink...
Well that wasn't expected.

He poked around on his dish, taking an occasional chip and popping it in his mouth. He was a bit happy he didn't order chicken, it would have reminded him of home or his mothers cooking. But he shook himself enough on the inside to start talking about the trip.

Oh crap, don't get emotional... Just tell her.

"Oh, I've got extended family, but my parents... Yeah..." he tried to show that he didn't want to talk about it. But it wasn't because he'd get all sad or everything, he just didn't want to ruin the moment. But he nodded along, smiling and looking up to her when he had his chance. "Yeah its pretty amazing, But the trips not soon." he paused "Gives us some time for second dates, all that fun stuff." he said with a smile. He was getting a bit forward with himself, so he backtracked a bit "I mean, if you want to go on another one, Its up to you." he smiled softly, popping a chip in his mouth and downing it with a small sip.

"I'll even let you pick what we do next." he said with a stupid grin as he tossed a shrimp up and caught it with his mouth.

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[chloe grace wilson]

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He was offering to help with her food? Chloe grinned, wide and dimpled as her eyes sparkled. They'd just met, they weren't up to the point where they could share food. She hated that anyway. The people who pick at each other's plates or worse, those weird couples who insist on feeding each other. She was all for affection and intimacy but that was just a bit too far. The last person who stole one of her fries when she went to McDonalds got a punch in the face.

"Yeah right," she snorted with a shake of her head, clearly amused as she looked at the mountain of glorious food spread in front of her. Chloe didn't diet, purely because she believed it didn't work. Why deny yourself something you really, really wanted? Life was too short. "I love my meat," she added hastily before taking another bite and then realised what she'd just said. Oh well if that wasn't a double-entendre, then she had no idea what was. "I mean," she stammered, turning bright pink because the waiter had heard and snorted before quickly turning away again.

"Oh you know what I mean," she whispered, her pale cheeks flushing red furiously as she internally cringed. She was such a moron. Utterly and completely. Like she'd ever have sex on a first date. She was a lady!…sort of but that wasn't the point. The wink Dominik threw her caught her off guard. That was some pretty heavy duty flirting and she could get on board with that. She looked down coyly, biting on a lower lip to try and hide her grin. Okay so maybe he did find her attractive after all.

Extended family? "Oh that's cool," the blonde remarked with a smile as she paused to take a sip of her drink, coyly stirring her ginger ale with her straw as the ice cubes clinked cheerily against her glass. She thought Dominik looked a bit foreign. Not in a bad way but with the dark eyes, the rakish dark hair and a strong jawbone, there was definitely some other heritage going on. "I've got some family in Europe," she offered as she looked up at him again. "We're all sort of scattered through out the globe," she said. "And I get stuck in Virginia," Chloe joked with a roll of her big expressive eyes as she let out a heavy sigh. "I'd much rather be lounging on a beach in my bikini, getting a tan in the Côte d'Azur."

She laughed again. "It'll give me a chance to work on my samba," she joked. Chloe was not a good dancer but that didn't stop her trying her hardest. She loved losing herself in music and gigs were her favourite thing. A second date? She blinked. Hang on. Was this a joke? She had this tall, attractive boy sitting across from her, asking her for a second date and a trip to Brazil? This had to be some sort of alternate universe because shit like that didn't happen to girls like her. Period.

This was uncharted territory. Very rarely did she get asked on a second date, much less when the first date was still in progress but she found herself nodding along. She liked him. She wasn't sure how much yet but she did want to get to know him. She found herself nodding along in agreement. "That'd be nice," she settled on, her hands going to her hair to smooth it down absently.

She laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief as he said he'd let her choose. "Hm," she mused, cocking her head to the left a little as she chewed on the inside of her lip once more. The thing was, she had no idea if he liked what she liked, if they had anything at all in common. She wanted to go to a gig but there wouldn't be much room for them to chat. Dinner was nice but they were having dinner now. When the time came, she'd think of something stellar.

"A man of hidden talents!" Chloe exclaimed, referring to how he'd caught his shrimp. He seemed to be loosening up a little and it soothed her somewhat. "I don't really have any hidden talents," she admitted with a sheepish smile. "I can open a beer bottle with my teeth?" She offered before she frowned. "It's not really something to be proud of, though. Hang on!" She gushed, eyes wide as she reached for a spoon. "Yeah. Check this out," she gushed, flashing him a grin. Breathing on the spoon, she shifted her positioning a little, leaning her head back. She placed the spoon on the tip of her nose and held her hands by her sides, leaving the spoon to balance on the end of her nose. "Pretty cool, huh?" She joked, still chuckling.

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[dominik ramirez collins]

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He just nodded and winked at her, causing her to hide her face from him. She looked like one of those shy dogs that doesn't want to be seen or something. His analogies sucked. But he was sure she shared the same idea he did. Usually he met girls at clubs, and they usually used him as eye candy or just a couch. Sure he didn't mind that, but he liked a girl he actually had to work for.

But she was already moving on to the next topic. He smiled lightly as she explained her situation. He felt sort of like that. She didn't really catch the hint about his parents being dead, but he was slightly glad she didn't, it would have ruined the situation. He broke his silence with a small nod "I need to work on my tan..." he looked at his arms quickly, smiling softly and laughing even softer. The fact was, he was naturally tan from being out in the sun in Brazil all those days.

Her next comment, although it seemed a joke, it caught his attention. "So you Samba?" He smiled "I'm such a lead foot, I cant barely keep up." he said with a small chuckle as he looked down at his pearl white plate cradling his meal.

But the conversation was extremely fluid, it was unlike what he was used to, where it would stagnate on one subject, but this was good, it was keeping him on his feet. He smiled softly at her expression, raising his brow at sparkling eyes at his idea of her picking the event. He really didn't mind what she picked, heck they could go to a heavy-metal concert, and he'd actually enjoy it. Heck they could even go sky diving, he really didn't care.

When he popped the shrimp into his mouth, he was met with competition. He just watched her with her trick and smiled, nodding when she asked if it was cool. "You should teach me sometime." he said with a small chuckle as he twirled his fork like a drummer would, trying not to show off.

He stopped, finishing his plate and a waiter walked by and took his plate, and he returned to his more comfortable sitting position. "So, music, any favorite artists?"

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[chloe grace wilson]

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He did not need to work on his tan. Chloe smiled, coyly avoiding his gaze as her eyes returned to her food, her plump lips folded together gently. The truth was, she was human. She was a hot blooded girl and her mind had wandered. Just a teensy little bit. The T shirt he was wearing didn't do much to disguise the washboard abs he had beneath it. When he ran, did he run shirtless? He must be surrounded by girls. Droves of them. Fighting them off with sticks but she could entertain her own little fantasy of him lounging on the beach. She really, truly, honestly hoped he didn't wear speedos. As lovely as he was, that was a line she was not willing to cross.

"Oh nuuuu," Chloe said with a laugh, shaking her head so hard her blonde curls whipped her cheeks. "Nuh-uh, no way," she snorted. "I don't have any rhythm," she admitted with an embarrassed smile. "I got kicked out of ballet class on my first day," she found herself saying. It was just a little fact, not really much of a secret. She felt comfortable enough with Dominik, he seemed really sweet. "I'd love to learn though," she was quick to say with a bright smile.

"I don't really have the hips for it," she said, her pale hands sliding down her chest and to her hips. With a sigh, she pressed her fingers in to her hipbones absently. "I'll stick out like a sore thumb," she grinned at him, thinking of all the perfectly toned women in the glittery costumes and feathers. "I'm sure you're a great dancer," Chloe said kindly as she sipped her ginger ale again. "I'll have to follow your lead." The carnival season was a while away, wasn't it? He said the trip was a little away. That might give her a bit of time to try and get her groove on so she didn't look painfully pale and tourist-y.

"It's a skill you're born with, not one you can learn," Chloe said flirtatiously as she cocked her head to the left a little. Woah. Wait. What? What was she doing? She'd known him for less than an hour and now she was being all coy and cute? It was just a little bit, anyway. She was being proper. A smile here, a gentle touch there, it was perfectly normal.

She saw him spin the cutlery out of the corner of her eye and her stomach muscles clenched excitedly. She vaguely found herself wondering if he was good with his hands. If he was a musician, it was game over. Drummers, guitarists, bassist, singers, they were like her Achilles heel and she didn't know why. They were so innately sexy. "Oh thank you," Chloe said distractedly as the waiter returned to clear her dishes away, throwing her a smile. When asked if she'd like to see the dessert menu, she eagerly nodded. "Oooh yes," she said with another smile as she took it and scanned. "I love desserts," she gushed as she chewed on her lower lip as she tried to pick. Would Dominik maybe want to split one with her?

His next question stumped her.

"Oooh," Chloe said, lifting a hand so she could absently ruffle her hair. His question was actually more difficult than he'd probably would have imagined. Music was a big part of her life, she loved it. She never left the house without her MP3 player, it was like it was permanently attached to her hip. "I like classic rock?" She asked, her big eyes searching his for some sort of validation. If he said he liked dubstep, she'd die. Die.

"You know, things like The Beatles, AC/DC, a bit of Black Sabbath, anything I can bob my head to," she said with a shy smile. "But if I had to pick one, I'd have to say the Rolling Stones," she concluded with a nod of her head. "I've actually got one of my dad's old shirts," she said with a grin. "From their '78 tour. He met my mum there," she said cheerily. The shirt was too big on her, it was old and crinkled but she loved it. Dearly.

With another smile, she held out the menu across the table for him to take. She wondered if he'd judge her for having dessert after such a big meal but it wasn't like she was expecting him to pay for everything. "What do you in your spare time?" She asked, wondering. He played soccer. What else did he do? Did he cook? Did he swim? "I really want that chocolate fudge cake," she said suddenly, making up her mind.

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He chuckled softly, shrugging and letting a small laugh escape at the story. "Maybe they were jealous?" he said with a small happy shrug as he listened again "I'll try my best." he said with a soft smile. He wasn't the best samba dancer, and he was still rusty because he hadn't done it in ages. Oh well, nose deep or don't do it at all.

When she slid her hands down her side, he couldn't help but follow with his peripheral vision, damn he was a perv. But he shrugged "Oh stop, Running gives up great hips." he paused, tilting his head slightly to the side and winking softly. Why was he so flirty all the sudden... But roll tape. He only nodded at the concept of her following his lead, now he actually wanted to go dance with her. This blind date is getting him in the blind spot.

But her flirt, or what he thought was a flirt, hit a home run. If a girl could flirt back, she was worth it. He hated being the only one that would comment. Oh well, roll tape.

But her response to his music question put another log in the fire, classic rock? His type of girl. "Oh sweet, classic with a bit of metal is my field." he said with a soft smile, listening to the story but realizing the waiter just came to take their order for desert. He tilted his head, looking at the waiter quickly, "Uhm" he looked to her quickly "I'll split the fudge cake with her." he said with a small smile, he didn't want to order something he couldn't finish. "If she doesn't mind?" he looked to her quickly, before the waiter scribbled it down and walked away. She asked him what he did in his spare time, he did way too much for his own good.

"Uhm, I have a motorbike, I sort of cook, I skate, surf, I guess I swim when the waters not freezing." he locked his hands together, smiling and looking to her "What do you do?"

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music; Trouble [Prod. By DJ Stickle & Steddy] // Thunderbird Gerard
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