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

Preston placed down the roll, and blew on the froth of the coffee to cool the beverage down, as he watched Sofia over the rim of his mug. A nod of his head accompanied the tip of his hand to allow some of the liquid to flow into his mouth, and he sighed in contentment at the taste, which mingled with the sweetness of cinnamon still on his tongue, then rested the cup on the saucer, and leaned forward. The soft smile, or expression of interest in hearing what Sofia had to say, had never left his face. Which wasn't difficult, after spending some time in her company, he thought he could listen to her talk all day. Really? He acted surprised, although he was already aware of the field she studied, every class she attended, grades for each, any of those she had missed and the excuses or reasons she'd provided, if any. His head bobbed up and down, as a hand cupped the mug on the table. I think Criminology is more interesting, anyhow. So many fields to choose from. Plus, Lawyers don't have a great reputation, though I'm sure if that's what you'd decided on, you could have changed that. Or at least, brought some class to the courtroom. Again, though he meant it, the young man hoped he wasn't taking it too far with the flattery. I'm glad to hear I'm not stepping on any toes, although it does make me wonder what's wrong with the guys around here. I thought they were supposed to be smart. A cheeky grin and a wink, came with the comment, as a hand lifted to flick back a lock of blond hair which had fallen into his vision. Preston took another bite of the cinnamon roll, and listened to Sofia, interjecting now and then, and asking a question, but for the most part just allowed her to speak. His body tensed at the mention of the Fraternity, and fingers tightened around the mug, which hopefully wasn't noticed. Preston's mouth opened, then clamped shut as he stopped himself from responding to that immediately, and instead gave her a brief overview of himself. Or at least his cover. Nothing special. My family moved from California, and I decided to follow them. We've always been pretty close. Luckily there was a placement for me here. The lies slipped easily from his mouth. I obtained a Scholarship, so I'm fortunate that I don't need to work, and can concentrate on my studies. His nose scrunched up playfully, the words said in jest, and demeanour and tone making it apparent he was teasing, and matching her own flirtations. Apart from that, and apparently being eye-catching enough to not notice, I play a couple of sports, just causally tennis and golf read a lot, study spend time with friends, movies and such. I do like to keep busy. His food now finished, Preston glanced up and thanked the waitress who'd removed the plate, then focused his gaze back on his dining companion. A quick deep-breath before he changed the subject. I didn't envision you as the type to attend the Delta parties. The type to be invited is what he really meant, but didn't say aloud, although, in his mind, that would have been a compliment, rather than an insult. His fingers tapped against his near-empty mug. Neither am I, really, but I heard they get pretty wild liquor, drugs, and women, His eyebrow arched, but he didn't pause. I've been curious myself, to see if the rumours are true, but gaining an invitation is like trying to break into Fort Knox. Preston shot her a smile, then quickly glanced at his watch, and the smile became a sigh. Unfortunately, I have an appointment with one of my lecturers scheduled in twenty minutes, but if I didn't bore you too much, maybe I can buy you dinner sometime. A proper one? His eyes continued to hold Sofia's Or, if you manage to wangle and invite to the Frat Party, possibly you could take me as your date? The words were teasing, and his countenance relaxed, but underneath the calm exterior, her mention of Delta Tau Chi had his pulse racing. Somehow, someway, she was involved.