Thread: Not So Snow White (Mr Quixotic & Aurelia)

Preston didn't really require another coffee not with the three he'd already consumed and he hoped the waitress wouldn't query where his empty mug, which had contained the last, had disappeared to. The one he'd surreptitiously placed on an empty seat at the table behind him, so that Sofia wouldn't note that he'd been in the caf longer than admitted. Bright blue eyes founds hers, and he allowed himself to take the time to appraise her properly as she took the seat he had indicated to, then he shot her the toothy grin that exuded charm, and made Preston appear anything but the undercover policeman than he was. The mention of coffee and food, then the real reason he'd invited her. Information. As he picked up the menu, Preston nodded, Cinnamon sounds good, and I could do with a sugar hit, it's been a long day. His eyes, hidden behind cardboard, lifted to watch her, and he wondered what she was thinking. That this was a date? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Preston, if he'd admitted it to himself truly wasn't sure, however he did know that if he hadn't been here on assignment, there'd be no doubt. He'd be doing everything in his powers to charm the woman, and get to know her as a person and possibly talk her into bed. The latter was still an option as he focused on her response, and contemplated the question of whether she was as nice, and innocent, as she'd been made out to be. Prince had been trained in reading people, and had a background in psychology - one of the reasons he found his lecturer so boring - and, as the subject had changed, he thought he'd detected an evasiveness in her answer. 'Get some information...talk to someone....the Dean 'helping', A thoughtful Dean didn't sound like the Hunter Forsythe that Preston knew, and why would he commence now? Sofia hadn't mentioned what the Internship was, or who with, and he gained the impression that, if asked outright, she would not have been able to answer. He briefly thought of doing so, but then decided not to press. Whatever was going on, there was no point in frightening the young woman, or giving her a reason to not want to spend time in his company. He'd attempt to build rapport - people were always more likely to reveal something unexpected, without even realising they'd done so, in a casual conversation with those they assumed could be trusted. Prince allowed the menu to fall back to the table, and held up a hand to attract the attention of the wait-staff. Two cinnamon roll's and two coffee's it is. Good choice. His eyes crinkled, and he flicked away a lock of blonde hair that had crept into his field of vision. A quick glance at the waiter who'd arrived, and the order was placed, with a courteous thanks, then he refocused his attention on his dining companion. So, if I may ask, what are you majoring in? I'm criminology and forensic psychology myself, always wanted to be a cop. I'm not sure why, probably some tv show I watched as a kid. Or possibly because his Father was special-agent-in-charge of the Sacramento Office of the FBI, and it ran in the family, however, that , Sofia didn't need to know. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself. Not that he wasn't cognisant of most of the details already, including her class schedule, where she'd been born, raised and currently resided, and apparently difficult relationship with her Mother - that's what he'd been researching for the past three hours - but it would provide him with an opportunity to see how open she'd be. The coffee's and rolls arrived, and as they were placed in front of each of them, he held up his hand and shook his head, and spoke in a tone of self-deprecation, and good humour. God, I'm sorry, I really shouldn't should be so nosy. He beamed at her, relaxed in his chair, crossed one leg over another, picked up the bun, brushed some sugar of his shirt which had fallen from the roll, and lifted it towards his mouth. It's not often you meet a woman who's both intelligent and attractive. I hope I didn't step on any toes by asking you for coffee? An eyebrow raised, Preston took a bite of his roll, and the other hand dropped to collect his beverage the man's admiring gaze not leaving Sofia for a moment. He'd almost forgotten that he had another appointment in an hour some girl who apparently had inside information on a gathering Delta Tau Chi had organised for the weekend. If only he could find a way to gain an invitation.