Chance Encounter

[Ghostposter]

OOC: Darren Bates. 40 years old. 5'10". 185. Brown hair. Brown eyes.


IC:


The restaurant was nearly empty at this time of day. She sat alone at a corner table sipping a glass of white wine.

"Darling, I'm sorry I'm late," I said as I kissed her.

She frowned.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked coldly.

"I'm the man you've been waiting for your entire life," I announced....

 

[Elodie]

OOC: Hope you don't mind. Couldn't resist an opening line like that one!!! So here goes, if you like....Cora Preston, 28 years old, 5'7", slim but gently curved figure, cropped brunette hair, blue eyes.

IC: 'That line might work on other girls, but it certainly doesn't wash with me, Mr,' she said coolly. 'Now if you'll excuse me....'

She smoothed her black satin pencil-skirt back down over her thighs and took another leisurely sip of her wine.

'Oh Christ,' she thought to herself. 'This one's persistent, I can tell. Just my luck. Typical.'

She looked up at him again, her face set in an expressionless stare. 'Look, what is it going to take for you to leave me alone?'

 

[Ghostposter]

Darren

"Have you ordered yet?" I asked. "No?"


I signaled to the waiter and ordered us both the fillet mignon and baked potato.

"I hope you don't mind," I said. It's presumptious, I know. But you're really going to need your strength for what I have planned..."

I took her hand and lightly pressed my lips to the back of it. Then I turned it around and kissed her palm. Then the inside of her wrist. I could feel the people staring at us. I didn't care. I slowly kissed my way up the length of her arm.....