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Post by Tony on Feb 7, 2008 19:06:06 GMT -5
*Tony sat alone at a corner table, absently stirring far too much sugar into his coffee.*
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Post by Valerie on Feb 12, 2008 19:02:27 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Valerie was on her lunch break and sat in the cafe with a black, strong cup of coffee and a sandwich, reading the book she'd snatched from the library.*
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Post by Valmont on Feb 12, 2008 19:06:45 GMT -5
*Valmont entered for his habitual caffeine fix and pretense of reading the paper and stopped suddenly.
It was her.
Well he wasn't going to let her chase him out of his coffee shop. He entered and signaled to the waiter that he wanted his usual. And sat at her table.*
"Missed me, did you?" *he drawled.*
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Post by Valerie on Feb 12, 2008 19:10:09 GMT -5
*Valerie picked up her coffee and took a sip, never lifting her eyes from the page.*
"Are you always like this or did I win a crazy, crazy prize?"
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Post by Valmont on Feb 12, 2008 19:14:23 GMT -5
"Like what?" *Valmont asked calmly, taking a sip of his coffee.* "Charming and articulate? Yes, thank you. Are you always such a bluestocking?"
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Post by Valerie on Feb 12, 2008 19:20:10 GMT -5
"If reading a book makes me one, then yes. And my stockings happen to be maroon, today."
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Post by Valmont on Feb 12, 2008 19:21:12 GMT -5
*He eyed her. Not too bad. Not an entire mess. But still. It wasn't attractive. Reading.*
"Seems a shame to bring your work home with you."
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Post by Valerie on Feb 12, 2008 19:29:34 GMT -5
"Well, like you, I happen to enjoy my vocation to the utmost," *she said with a small smirk before she took a bite of her sandwich.*
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Post by Valmont on Feb 12, 2008 23:08:42 GMT -5
"It's more of a hobby, really," *Valmont said, waving a lace-trimmed hand,* "but it's rather consuming."
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Post by Valerie on Feb 13, 2008 3:54:45 GMT -5
"No doubt," *she said dryly, turning a page.*
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Post by Valmont on Feb 13, 2008 10:04:33 GMT -5
*The fact he couldn't get to her was infuriating. Not that Valmont ever let that show. Much.*
"What are you reading that is so much more fascinating that I?"
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Post by Valerie on Feb 13, 2008 10:11:17 GMT -5
"Something about the perverse sexually manipulative social games of the latter half of the 18th century in France--shortly before the fall of the Ancien Régime. One of the characters reminded me of you, actually."
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Post by Valmont on Feb 13, 2008 10:25:11 GMT -5
*Valmont smiled.*
"That does sound like me. How flattering. I forgive you."
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Post by Valerie on Feb 13, 2008 10:29:33 GMT -5
"Forgive me nothing. The character happens to be a real piece of work."
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Post by Valmont on Feb 13, 2008 10:43:21 GMT -5
*Valmont's smile rather resembled a cat's, if cats could smile.*
"Not at all. Your interest is enough."
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