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Characters: Ginger McAvery and OPEN Setting: Outside the newly opened Cafe Content: SFW, girly stuff for sure. Summary: Ginger's once again avoiding school work. This time it is in favor of nibbling on carrots and watching a coffee grow cold. But mostly she's catching out the new Vogue, trying not to think about how hungry she is. Ginger's mocha had gone from hot to lukewarm while she sat on the Cafe patio. She liked the smell of it, the warm rich scent and the hint of chocolate. It was easily one of the best smells in the world, and she didn't dare ever take a sip. She'd seen what had happened to people like Britney Spears when they indulged in things like coffee. No way was she going to fall victim to that. Absolutely no way. Though maybe the smell of it could make you gain weight too. And she had gained weight in the last week. She was lucky that her skirt still looked decent on her. That was why she'd gone on a strict diet the past week. Carefully portioned meals of carrots and celery, sometimes lettuce (which, she'd found out, was mostly water. Bonus.) And last week she'd stopped to smell the coffee a lot. Maybe it was connected. Flipping a page in her magazine, she reached up to rub her head. There was that dull, again; it had plagued her all week and nothing could make it go away. She was almost tempted to go Nurse McScruffy and ask him to wave his wand or whatever. Surely there was a spell for that sort of thing, right? "Ug," she said finally, throwing a carrot down in a bit of disgust, "so sick of carrots." Looking up she spied someone walking her way. Only it wasn't the person she found herself focusing on, but the large, sweet muffin they had in their hand. Moaning a little bit, she sighed while hunching forward. "OMG I want that so bad." Tags: !incomplete, ginger mcavery, melchor ruiz
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Ginger pulled her gaze from the muffin Sam's hands up to his eyes and blushed a little. She hadn't really meant to say that out loud, now had she? But then again, was she really going to turn him down? Sam was, if nothing else, a cute boy. And what was the harm in just eating half?
"Uh, sure...if you want? I mean.." She blushed a little more, giggling nervously as she ducked her head down. "I totally didn't mean to like, hijack your muffin. OMG, that didn't..." She shook her head, then, looking back up to blink once and smile. "I mean, uh...I just..How are you?"
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Ginger tried not too look too eager when he slid the muffin a toward her. Hopefully no one would be looking, she thought, as she pinched off a piece and popped it into her mouth. Sighing softly, she let her eyes flutter a bit at the sheer joy of having real food in her mouth. "I know, right? Like I don't know how anyone can eat all this food they make here, but like someone has to right?"
She grinned, tilting her head to the side as she leaned in a bit. Where had this little piece of dream been her whole life? "I bet you are like, really smart and stuff. I so don't wanna even think about exam, cos like...I just don't get it, you know. Like all this stuff they wanna know on the test, and I'm like 'hello, so not gonna be using this ever.'" She shrugged, "but otherwise, I am alright. Between guys right now, which is kinda lame." She pouted, "I mean...who will go do all that cute fun stuff with me? So not doing the solo act for movie nights."
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"Right?" he asked taking a little smidgen off his muffin and popping it into his mouth. "They probably have a little lunch committee to eat the left overs," he joked. "You should see Beauregard," he grinned. "Mounds of baked goods all the time, our house could feed an army."
Sam sat back a little, a lazy smile drifting across his lips. She was cute, this fellow cheerleader. He gave a little shrug. "Nah, aint really smart, but I get by. Not gonna brag or anything but I'm real good at potions and herbology if you ever need any help with that. My mom would probably kill me if I got poor marks in those classes," he laughed.
"Awww," he said sympathetically. "There's no way a girl like you couldn't find a guy to do cute things with. Any guy would be lucky to bring you to the movies," he schmoozed a bit.
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That sounded horrible and amazing at the same time. A whole dorm full of baked things? Ug, people there were probably wicked fat. Still she laughed with him, seeing as that was what people were supposed to do right? "OMG, that is probably fantastic."
"Really? I like, don't take that stuff anymore. I have a pretty tight schedule, though. Flying is so easy, except for the whole I hate it, thing. I mean, just think. It would be like, totally easy to just fall. And I'm too young to like...break a leg like that." Or die. But she didn't want to put it like that. "Is your mom really good at that stuff, though?"
Cue the sweet hint of blushing. Ah, Sam. Where had he been before now? Honestly, how had she not dated this guy before? "Aw, but lately all the good ones have been taken." She said softly, leaning forward on her elbows as she smiled at him. "Like you. I bet you have all the girls knocking at your door."
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He laughed and gave a little nod. "Yeah, it's something," he said patting his belly. "Gotta work it all off though."
"Yeah, always gotta make sure you have a quick wand around you when you take off. I'm not a big fan of flying either. I like to stick to the ground." He snuck another sip of coffee before going on. "Oh yeah, my parents own Botiques de les Fluers," he said the name of his parents shop with a delightful lilt to his already Cajun accent.
The subtlest of blushes rose at the base of his neck, that hadn't happened in a long time. Had it been that long since he had flirted? "Ah me?" he said putting his hand to his chest. "Nah, I'm more like everyone's teddy bear. Always a bridesmaid, never a bride, as they say," he grinned.
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"Ooh, I always adore a flexible man. Such a rare thing these days." She said with a giggle and a beam of her own. Nimbly, too, she moved her chair about the table so that she was closer to Sam, instead of across from him.
Resting her head on and upturned palm, she kept her full attention on her fellow Cheerleader as he spoke. "Better dorks than at each others throat, all I have to say." Before she laughed and nodded in agreement. "So much better to do kissing on the ground. Bugs, wind, who knows what else is up there. Total disaster waiting to happen
Again, though, she playfully swatted at him. "You are no such thing! What makes you think something silly like that?"
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"I love fish and salad, as a matter of fact. Very healthy for you, and all." She smiled back at him. "Don't you agree?"
She nodded, though, when he asked about the game. "Oh, board games, sports, I'm good with anything you would be up for." She laughed, lightly, happy that he agreed movies were second date material.
"Oh, well that is a good question. Hmm, lets see. I think Saturday would be good, after all Friday is the game and we'll have to help the loser feel better, wouldn't we?" She grinned at him. "But Saturday is good, about...five ish?"
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