Thread: Going Down? (Traveler & Charlotte)

Well, at least he didnt make her feel like a total imbecile. Just a little one. A small one. Olive scrunched her nose up a bit, as if she found his answer distasteful, though the smirk on her lips contradicted her apparent disapproval. When he asked if shed believed him if his answers had been reversed, her eyes searched lazily upwards in faux-deliberation, that smile still happily placed along her ruby-stained mouth. And before she could answer that with something shed likely slap herself over the minute it left her mouth, he complimented her. Her head tilted, and instinctively the little thank you tumbled out between her smile, accompanied with the tiniest of chuckle and blush hed never see. Olive turned to get out of his way, pausing as he did to look down at her. She responded to his perked brow with an expression that said hm?, both her own raising for a short moment. They lowered and one sunk, that hm? turning into a yes? and just on the border of oh my god is there something on my face? And then he asked if she was going for a swim. Olive, already having forgotten what shed asked him, puckered her lips. The plush flesh wrinkling considerably, ready to part to question him when he asked the second one of his. It finally clicked. He was teasing her. Her mouth opened, but nothing came. Instead her eyes followed his hand, seemingly too thrown off her mental train of thought to protest. When his fingers touched her zipper, her eyes slunk back up to his, following the leisurely momentum hed used on her jacket. The womans mouth was still open, though it had curved considerably along the edges. And rather than saying something potentially flirty that, lets face it, we knew Olive had no clue over, she just stayed quiet. Her mouth closed, her top row of teeth coming down to bite at happily at her lip. When he nodded at her, she returned it and laughed gently. The door opened, the handsome-neighbor-now-turned-handsome- and -flirty neighbor making his way out. Itd be a story to tell her coworkers. Even Vanessa would envy this one. Olive returned to the mail in her hands, looked through it and plucked the mail that wasnt hers out again. A Jacob something or other. Not Olive Dallas, but still the same building. She glanced at the numbers, found the matching one in the boxes and quickly dropped it in. x x x x x Oh, you got.. a tan? Olive asked the brunette sitting in front of her. Already the stylist in her hair was looking at her from behind Vanessas head, praying for her safety. Olive knew damn well shed gotten a tan. Shed been slowly mixing Vanessas foundation colors and getting them down gradually for the oncoming colder seasons. But she was at least three shades darker, and had not prepared for this. Sounding stupid and nave was better than snapping at her for not giving her a warning. Olive was a professional, she had the equipment and the know-how. But it was shit like, Well, duh. Just because the sun is scarce doesnt mean Im gonna let myself get all pale, Vanessa snickered, glancing obviously over the blondes complexion, Its not a good look. That made Olive really hate coming in to work. And it was during this exceptionally long session, where Olive had to find the right color palette and matching shades, when she dished to the stylist about the encounter with her neighbor. Vanessa seemed incredibly interested.. so much so that she kept her fucking mouth shut for once. x x x x I got it, Im on my way. Olive spilled quickly into her phone, Its just a couple blocks away, Ill hoof it. She continued, nodding and mhming before she said her goodbyes, shoved her phone into her purse, slung the purse over her torso and slid into her jacket again. That same jacket her handsome-flirty-neighbor had commented on. Itd been a while since shed seen him, though.. and considering the fact it was so late in the day, she probably wouldnt today either. So it was that when she picked up the several garment bags in her arms and skipped the mirror-check before she bolted outside, locked her door and ran for the elevator, she was not expecting to see him. Her hair was up in a comically-vintage-esque ponytail, a pink chiffon scarf tied in a bow around her head, bangs had been cut and styled short in true Betty Page style to add on to her Vanessa-dubbed-dated look. The elevator opened. And to her horror and simultaneous joy, handsome man was there. Scowling and jaw-locked, but still very much handsome, and very much there. Olive sighed at her misfortune and smiled warmly anyway, shuffling into the box and fumbling slightly with the bags in her hands in order to reach the buttons. She pressed, shimmied her legs and things in her arms into a comfortable enough position and sighed lightly, as if that was a rather long journey in itself. Hey, she said, a little winded from the rush. Everything okay? You look a little down. Olive asked, casually, not meaning to really invite him into a conversation about his life. She was just well-meaning. And as good as that broody, sour-faced expression looked on him, she preferred his flirty smirk. These interactions were after all so precious and so few.