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[Javier Aric Redman]

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{ WE LEARN THAT THIS GIFT, ALTHOUGH RICH }
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It was understandable, the evident groggy inclination the man felt as he raised, a hand to the head soothing a head that truly pounding incriminatingly. Javier Redman’s brow creased with the sensation, he was too proud to admit it irked him to levels obtaining mild pain and so deluded himself it was nothing but mere annoyance. It was an annoyance that determined a swift swig of aspirin, and maybe something a little kicking to wash it down with. So what if it was early morning, and so what if alcohol would only add to an already drink fuelled headache? Hadn’t anyone heard, sometimes in life you only get places by playing fire with fire? The lack of aspirin was a bit of a bitch, the whiskey in his hand poisons as he threw his head back in a wince. It was too early and too soon but he didn’t give a damn. In the isolation of his home Javier could be a son of a bitch without a care. There was no one to please, even sexually, since he didn’t bring people back to a home fashionably decorated. If money had a scent it reeked from the walls, all new money and fresh rather than being earned. Well, earned in the sense he’d screwed someone over, but details were details, in whatever shape and form.

Anyone would have thought he was god gifts, the way he shrugged carelessly into casual attire that just seemed to fit him perfectly. The slightly dazed look, like he was concentrating too much on something only screaming to the allure of tighter jeans and boots lazily pulled onto his feet. Usually Javier was all about shirts and tailoring, but those days when you just couldn’t be arsed? That was one now. The darker circles under his eyes were inevitable, only splashed with the same water that that made his tangle of hair a hot little mess. Uselessly he searched the cupboards once more before grabbing the keys to the sports car outside; even he could believe in something like hope. Sometimes. Gravel crunched under his boots as he walked across the pebbled whites towards a motor that was enviable to most. It was sleek, sexy and no doubt if let loose on a racetrack it could notch up the miles like road runner on speed. Javier always found it hard to resist the swagger that came with walking near the black beauty, fingers smoothing over its handle before he climbed into its leather interior. God the wealth felt good. Everything felt better in Italian leather. It should have been gospel.

He felt unsurprisingly superior as he pulled up into Gepettos, among cars more family orientated and run down, probably second hand. Nothing wrong with that of course, you had to start somewhere, but he felt a warm glow that could have been love but was actually his own satisfaction of being one of the ones on top. At least in his own eyes and quite frankly who could argue with the truth when slapped down in a sleek little thing like that? The natural arrogance slipped in the presence of humanity, smirk shifting into an angel’s guise with a humble smile at the glances towards his motor. It was easy to play the game, far too easy, Javier thought, running a hand through his hair as the stores doors opened without prodding. Casting a wink at the woman exiting, he made a bee line for the medicine aisle, grabbing what he needed and paying without any delay as he picked up a bottle of water to wash it down with. The man made some quip about his predicament to the cashier, it had made him laugh at least, and Javier decided he quite liked that and so reached for a trolley even though he didn’t know what to fill it with. Normally people had lists, but where was the adventure in being organised. Being impromptu was so much more self gratifying. Take last night for example… or maybe not. Sometimes the ‘night before’ belonged in some trashy novel. The type pent up housewives write because frankly they’re not getting any.

What the hell was he meant to be buying? He wasn’t sure himself, but his trolley was already filling. It wasn’t any trash that went in there, none of the cheap rubbish, food didn’t need to taste like cardboard, the box did. Still he reached out at various points; scanning labels as though he cared about nutrition, just to appear to those who walked passed someone who epitomised healthy eating. Let’s face it, everyone was attracted to someone who had an active lifestyle, even with a taut body, if you’re picking up cookie dough, it looks like you’re a slob. Tossing the wraps into his trolley, Javier was feeling pretty good, good being decidedly neutral about shopping, what was there to be enthusiastic about? He rubbed the skin beneath his eyes smoothing, freshening himself, though even in the morning he just added ‘unkempt’ to handsome. Oh the life of the part Spanish, good looks in the good books, what a riot. The trolley clinked with its movements, bottles rattling with one vice he couldn’t even hide under the mass of wholemeal tortillas and fresh fillings but who could ever accuse a man who smiled so dangerously? Dangerously charming that was, Javier Redman the type to hurt a fly? No one round here could think that. Little Redman, long standing vice president who flew Walten for the bright lights of New York. They’d been unsuspecting then, why have the time for change now? Still, even ‘Little Redman’ had moments of annoyance, and being accosted in the aisles by some display of idiocy that was blocking his way wasn’t exactly on his agenda. Grappling with patience for a few moments, he barely had control of the cart as he ‘carelessly’ let it slip into another. “Oh god sorry, I shouldn’t have been in such a rush,” he spoke with concern, chewing on his bottom lip as if he actually cared if he’d someone injured or caused complication for the others groceries. At the end of the day the fool needed to move.

Make that as soon as possible.

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NOTE nothing.
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[Sophie Erika White]

Well it had to happen sometime, Sophie had offically had her first horrible day in Walten city. Her time in the quaint little city had been so perfect as of late that something was going to go wrong. Karma was a bitch and Sophie was not a lucky enough person to avoid the comsic horror. Things had started normal enough but they weren't going to stay that way. All the little things that had gone wrong though should have let her know that she was snowballing to a horrible day. She had tripped down the last few stairs of her home this morning. She didn't hurt herself to bad. SHe would have a bruise on her leg for a little while but she didn't twist or break anything and that was the important part. Then on her way to work she was the unfortunate recipiant of a second shower. While she was waiting for the crosswalk light to change, a car had run right through a puddle and soaked the right side of her body. Then when she got to the bakery the stove wouldn't light and she had to get Gillian to take care of it because she was simply too frazzled to do anything. The only stroke of good luck that the brunette was able to scrounge up was the fact that there were some spare clothes for her at the shop and that she could wear while hers were drying near the stove. But then the coffee maker wasn't working and of course the customers got cranky because god forbid that they didn't have coffee with their donuts or whatever the hell they were buying. Not like the damned drink was any good for your body at all. The morning rush had even been more rushed then it usually seemed to be. It was like everyone in Walten had a huge craving for baked goods for breakfast. She really shouldn't have complained since it meant that the business wasn't going under. Right now though, she would have loved it if everyone in Walten would have gone home and hide underneath their covers like she should have done this morning. Then she woudn't have to worry about this any longer.

By lunch, Sophie's day hadn't gotten much better. She had become rather aggitated by the whole thing. She told Gillian that she was taking a mental health day for the rest of the day before things got even worse. Clearly today was supposed to be one of those days where she was meant to hide underneath her blankets and wait for the world to stop pmsing. Maybe that was it. Maybe this was all just PMS, not that that was any better because then soon she would just be an uber bitch for the next week, and that wasn't fun either. It was like she lived out of character for an enitre week. Anything could happen. Walking back to her apartment, Sophie didn't have nearly as many problems as she did when she was walking to work, thankfully. The world must have been too busy for her again and that was just fine by her. Let her become an invisible little dot on the world's radar. That would make her happier then anything else in the world. She picked up her mail along the way and was glad to finally be back within the confines of her home, her own little space that she could do with whatever she pleased. The mail was nothing but bills, but then again it's not like she had anyone that was going to write to her. The mail really was an absulete little thing, which was a shame. Writing a letter to someone could be so romantic in the right circumstances. Not that she had anyone to write letters to, well not without them being awkward anyway. So her that fantasy was short lived. Walking into the kitchen, Soph looked for something to eat. The pickings were slim in both the fridge and the cupboards so she was left with two options, ordering take out or going to the store. You would think that she would take a hint from today's string of disasters and just order in, but that was not the case. She was almost out the door when she caught the site of herself in the mirror, and it wasn't a very pretty one either. One change of clothes and half an hour fighting with a straightener later, Sophie was out the door feeling just a little bit better. Amazing what a little mini make over could do for a girl.

What they said about going grocery shopping when you were hungry was true. Sophie kept seeing something new that she had to eat just right then and about half of those things ended up in her shopping cart. She had an assortment of fruits mainly. While she was indeed a baker, and a damn good one at that, she really found herself eating mainly organic things. With all the snacking she did at work, her figure really couldn't afford to have those types of things in the house. What she was going to do with her little torpoical collection of food was beyond her though. Her immediate thought was a pie of some sort but if she were going to do that she might as well just go back to work and at least get paid for the extra added calories and work. Chocolate dipping sauce was another option but then again not very healthy either. Well maybe she could be a little piggish today, after all her day sucked and a little comfort food never hurt anyone. As if on cue, Sophie was walking down the baking isle. Yes this had to be fate showing her that it was ok for her to indulge a little bit today because after all she had been treated so well by the cosmic forces why not just listen to them one more time. I couldn't kill her could it? So, Sophie was currently standing near the assortment of chocolate pieces because every good dessert tended to have chocolate in it, or at least the ones that were worth her time to make when she was off the clock. She weighed the various bags in her hands trying to determin what she wanted to make when she got home. She could make the chocolate cookies with the strawberrys or she could do mini rasberry torts with chocolate drizzle on top. There were so many recipies going through the Brit's mind that she hadn't noticed that she was blocking the isle until she felt her cart bump into her and hit her ankle. "Oh bloody hell!" Sophie said feeling like her day was going to go back to the series of unfortunate events that it had taken a liking to earlier. Hearing the apology though made her feel a little guilty about the fact that she had let the little out burst of hers slip. She was chewing on her own bottom lip now as she wasn't sure what to do now. She wasn't good with confrontation especially with people that she didn't know at all and she hated being rude. "It's fine, no harm done," Sophie said with a smile trying to pretend like this was one of her customers so she wouldn't sound like such a hopless unsocialized moron at the moment. Because while she may have a bit of a pain in her ankle and her leg was now throbbing dully again from the spill on the stairs earlier, she had to admit that her reluctant attacker was rather good looking so maybe this latest unfortunate event was actually one that would turn out for the better. "I didn't realize that I was in the way I was trying to stay as close to the shelf so people could get through I guess the cart sort of meandered or maybe the flooring isn't perfectly straight and it rolled." She moved the cart so that it would be esier for him to get by. Typical Sophie behavior. Ramble for forever and a day and then move so that the pretty boy you meet at the grocery store can get away. Brilliant idea.

status done outfit here notes i couldn't resist. they're just so different i had to see what they would do

[Javier Aric Redman]

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{ WE LEARN THAT THIS GIFT, ALTHOUGH RICH }
i s s o m e t i m e s b i t t e r a n d s i c k ,

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Surprisingly, when he glanced down at the bottles in his trolley with a look close to disdain, the bottles he saw as a reflection of himself. Why the surprise? The fact was Javier Redman had never been a man to question himself. Certainly not to question his own personality, this in his eyes was close to being a devilishly clever perfection. In the end it was always hard to argue with evidence shown, and the fact he had returned to Walten, Platinum card in hand and in what was essentially retirement (though really was unemployment) spoke wonders on just how effective his methods were. Of an irritable disposition naturally, his irksome behaviour intensified by the throbbing of his head, he couldn’t help the scolding look he gave the inanimate bottles, which of course was the cause of all of this. Alcohol was the devils drink and a very bad habit. But bad habits were hard to break, and wandering into the more ‘livelier’ side of life was always a road that was worth taking. Besides, headache aside, would he had felt as fulfilled last night drinking water? Of course not, anyone would agree with him, and that wasn’t even his ego increasing to infinite proportions. It was common sense that good times often entailed alcohol and Javier resolved, confident that he was far from an alcoholic, that his irritations were misplaced, resigning to bear with the annoying rattling with promises they’d provide the most memorable of experiences.

It was a shame that he couldn’t forgive the woman as much as he could alcohol and it seemed odd that he favoured inanimate glass over a living human. But then Javier thought that people of course could choose to just move out of his way, whereas he willingly picked up a bottle. What he didn’t appreciate was shoppers who decreed that they were perfectly entitled to staying in once play for more than a few seconds. Though in the bakery aisle he didn’t exactly have any reason to be there, but to Javier that fact was one irrelevant. What if he did want to bake something? If so then the man would have been stunted by this woman, whoever she was, and her apparent indecisiveness. Was it so hard to write a list, the tanned man muttered aloud, far too quiet for anyone to hear yet an obvious cattiness meant for the woman in the distance. Easier it would have been for him to simply politely ask for her to move, but that never made a point clear and frankly he wanted his card to have room on the aisles, squeezing through was always a bitch. And so he began a small drift towards the unsuspecting woman, praying that she wouldn’t notice him and generally enthused by her reaction as somehow his trolley had completely been thrown off his balance. That meant the entire collision was intentional; he’d lie to anyone who questioned if it was, but why would he lie to himself?

At the woman’s apologies, Javier silently scoffed at the overall passive nature she appeared to display and if he was going to feel any remorse, from that weakness alone he decreed he would give her none. The dark haired woman could choose to interpret to concerned glance to her foot as being a sign of caring but then Javier would have to question her intelligence as well as her dominance to her fellow man. Admittedly it was easy to think he was concerned, the purse of his lips as though expecting to see bruising, and his obvious glance downward giving off the impression he was actively seeking for any injury he had caused. Though from his perspective he was merely glancing at the ground and the look on his face? He might have dabbled in business and politics, but sometimes actors didn’t frequent the screens. No matter how bemused he was by how easily she refused to place any blame or irritation on him, he didn’t show just how much she made him want to laugh scornfully, instead stretching into a broad smile that wasn’t exactly apologetic, but was more silently translating that ‘these things happen’. Javier had to admit, whatever excuse she was trying to find to explain it all, it was entertaining as a clear display of naivety and ignorance, factors that although irritated him, made him feel all fulfilled because it was another act of fakery he’d passed with flying colours. He’d given up being pleased with himself at these occurrences, they’d become so regular that really to deceive someone was second only to breathing.

“Could be, could be,” Javier nodded with her theories, appearing to contemplate, truthfully actually quite interested, though more in her behaviour than her words. Part of him wanted to advise her that nice girls always finished last, but then why flaw his whole façade. In a matter of a few moments he subtly looked at her quite closely, coming to many conclusion. One, he doubted that she was from Walten, unless she’d employed a very long holiday to somewhere with an evident lack of sunlight. Even in Walten the pale at least had some colour, whoever this woman was, it was like looking at winter as silly as that sounded. Two, she was evidently attractive, embodying that more natural beauty that Javier far more admired than the usual hoards of Botox blonds focused on causing a stir with foundation caking every part of their face. He remotely thought that the day was still quite young and that his bed was very sadly empty of two partners. After all, space was meant to be filled. The thought however was a brief one, as he pulled his cart away from her with the room she had allowed. Shrugging his shoulders as he made the point to turn away, Javier wasn’t going to be fixed on that woman, no matter how pretty she was. Pretty girls were scarily easy to find in Walten, and besides, there was an entire gender to think about. BUT, and this was a very big but, there were no other plans for the day and even with her out of his line of sight, it was easy to flicker back to the look of those milky legs tucked into high heels…

Javier gave an awkward shrug as he reversed his trolley, pulling it up alongside the woman. “This is why I should make a list,” he admitted with reason, softly speaking as he reached behind the ebony haired woman in order to grope for a bag of flour on the shelf just above her head. Of course things were never so innocent, obvious as Javier didn’t exactly step behind the woman, instead remaining at her side as reaching for the flour brought his body just a bit too closely to hers, taller frame towering over until with ‘surprise’ he looked down as, as though having never expected her to be there breathed a soft “ah, this is awkward,” before drawing back away. At least he had the flour in his hand, that although he didn’t need, Javier held it anyway, actually wondered what the hell anyone was meant to do with flour. Fuck he didn’t want flour over his kitchen, though he could easily play along interested if it meant some gratification. “It would seem I can’t stay away…..” he trailed, words searching for a name to what was fast becoming a welcome fixture in his line of sight.

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NOTE i would think his awkward flirting was loely, until i realise that's completely false xD
TAG open miss sophie erika white
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[Sophie Erika White]

It was just like Sophie to let a pretty man slip through her fingers like that. Why did she have to still be so insufferably shy when she was twenty five years old? She should be over all of this by now yet here she was being just the same as she always was. Her mother was right she was just going to die alone one day with tons of cats if she kept this up. Sure she had friends, like Gillian at the bakery but she always ended up running whenever things got too serious or things got too close for comfort. Maybe she had some deep psychological problem with getting hurt, I mean who ever wanted to be hurt but with Sophie's patterns one would think that she was never going to be able to settle down because she was always going to be so afraid of the fact that she was going to get hurt. Yet it was always her that was doing the hurting, like with Logan back home in London. Things were going so good but she ended up running away and breaking things off because things were getting too serious for her and now she found that she was missing him, and that she was filling that hole that she made in her heart by spending hours at the bakery or by reading an unhealthy amount of romance novels. In fact, bumping into the handsome stranger had made her think of one of the books that she had been reading and she thought that maybe this was going to be her chance for a story book romance, then again those novels really were filled with nothing but underdeveloped characters, predictable plots and cheap smutt. That really wasn't anything that she wanted in her life. She would want something different and spontaneous not a story that had been done over a thousand times with characters that failed more then the last batch.

Sophie continued with her internal debate about what she was going to make for herself in memory of this horrible day or at least a way to forget it for a little while and be lost in chocolate bliss. Chocolate covered strawberries was always a classic and something that Sophie could never say no to, but then again those were always more enjoyable when you had someone to share them with and she did not unless she wanted to call up Gillian and they could have girls night in and order Chinese food and watch God awful chick flicks with Matthew McConaughey. What women found attractive about that man Sophie would never understand she found his voice to be a particular turn off and made her want to run for the mute button on her TV whenever he opened his mouth, but when you wanted to mock love in it's many forms, a McConaughey chick flick was always a good stand by. She would much prefer something with Hugh Dancy in it if only for the familiarity of hearing a voice that was similar to your own instead of being reminded once again that she was a fish out of water that stuck out like sore thumb in the midst of so many Americans whenever she opened her mouth to speak. How many times had she been called cute at the store because of her accent or how many times had she been hit on because of it. It wasn't like she was beating boys back with a stick or anything like that but her shy tendencies made her feel just a bit uncomfortable with the attention that she got every once in a while. Something that she desperately wanted to get over if only she could find the right guy to do so.

This time she was mindful of her cart. She heard someone come near her and the cart moved closer to the aisle as her eyes scanned the recipe for chocolate chip cookies on the back of the bag of chocolate chips that she had been staring at for the better part of two minutes her mind going blank. It was probably a sign that she should give up on her quest for homemade sweets and just pick up a tub of ice-cream instead, maybe it would even have a few less calories then if she were to make something herself. Doubtful with the way that Sophie could consume ice-cream. "Even when I do make a list it doesn't seem to help. I always end up getting more then that or even just abandoning the list halfway through and getting something else entirely," Sophie said answering the comment about why someone should make a list. It was probably a comment that didn't need an answer. They were probably only talking to themselves but it was just a natural reaction, an impulse. Something that had taken even the ebony haired woman by surprise. She hadn't even seen who was talking to her until they made their presence impossible to ignore when they reached for the flower on the shelf above her head. Something quite stupid on the store's behalf. Flour was heavy and should really be kept on the lower shelves because as soon as it fell it was no doubt going to fall on someone's head and then they were going to have a law suit on their hands due to their own stupidity. Then again if they were stupid enough to stock flour on the top shelf then maybe they should be sued. They might actually learn something in the process. "I'll take an awkward run in with a handsome stranger over the day I've been having anytime."

To say that Sophie was shocked by her own words would be the understatement of the century. It sounded like she was actually flirting with the guy. Did aliens suddenly take over her brain and make her say such a ludicrous thing? Then again what woman wouldn't want to flirt with someone that looked as good as the stranger that had bumped into her at the market? He fit the bill for tall dark and handsome easily, a type that Sophie went weak in the knees over. Especially with those eyes of his. She had always been a sucker for someone with brown eyes. She wasn't sure what it was about the color that made her easily swoon more then lighter eyes. Maybe it was because they were more mysterious she wasn't sure but she always was more affected by brown eyes. Then there was his hair which made her want to run her hands through. There was just an edge to him that intrigued Sophie. Maybe it was a dark edge or maybe ti was just something to do with the mystery of meeting someone new. Either way she found the man incredibly delectable. She could feel her face heat with a blush at her own words. She was sure that she had made the situation infinitely more awkward, but perhaps not as he trailed off with his next words. Was that her cue to insert her name? Socializing was not this woman's niche. She was much more adapt to spending time on her own or time with animals. Well she could always just tell him her name and hopefully that would keep him around even if it was just for a little bit longer. "Sophie, Sophie White," She said hoping that he was looking for her name and that she didn't just come off as conceited because she assumed that was what he was looking for when really he may just have been looking for the right words to say instead. He didn't seem like that type of person though. Looking at him, Sophie would think that he was just the type of person who always knew what to say in any situation to get just the right kind of reaction that he was looking for no matter what. That was an eerie ability to Sophie. She should think of something to say to him before things got awkward again and he lost interest of some sort. "So...um...what are you making or planning on making," Sophie asked unable to think of anything else that was more interesting then baking or cooking or anything like that. She really needed to get out of the kitchen more often for reasons exactly like this one here.

status done outfit here notes that note didn't make sense to me then again i'm probably not all awake yet either.

[Javier Aric Redman]

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{ WE LEARN THAT THIS GIFT, ALTHOUGH RICH }
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He had never set out in life to play the hero, in both work and play. Ever since he had been younger, far younger than his brooding goods looks had by now acquired, Javier remembered entering the store beside his mother. Unlike most children he had never held her hand, and would violently pull out of any grip either of his parents had instilled. Independence had always been frightfully forthright in his persona even at such youthfulness, and had proceeded to only develop until the penultimate act of fleeing Walten in favour of actually being a success. To be successful, Javier thought with a gospel truth, there needed to be casualties by his hand. The weak, those that showed remorse as they watched a struggling father of two get fired in favour of their own promotion were worthless in the tanned mans eyes, whose brown hues would only darken to almost black in sternness to those who sought his compassion in the world of business. Those who knew such a man were hard pressed to every believe socially he could ever be approachable. They were wrong. With an easy breeze of confidence, Javier had always known exactly what to say to anyone and in any situation. A prolonged interest in psychology had partly helped with this, as well as his positioning of a course that bred debating – always he had won. Society in all forms was nothing but a debate, and sometimes you had to play dirty to win. To be under the belief that he would be able to charm this woman under his covers wasn’t entirely an account of an egotistic arrogance, for certainly his undeniable looks and charms had their effects on both sexes if willing, yet given the time and setting, how her trolley was actually being filled, Javier knew this wasn’t a club or a meeting on the streets and his desired ending, that was more a fantasy, would be a matter of progression, rather than instant goal. Not that he minded of course, for it was the challenges of life in all respect that favoured his interest.

Though the woman was doing a good job of keeping his gaze, that only flickered away to appear more casually interested rather than fixated of flirtation. The whole aura he exuded was one of relaxation, the flour bag reaching an account of an almost awkward way of communication that presented him as mildly incompetent, perhaps even bumbling to a minute point. With the bag of flour grasped in one palm, with the spare he scratched the back of his head self consciously, even though there was no physical itch and he felt no embarrassment nor shame in his apparent ‘mistake’. This woman, with that proper British accent that was only sultry, appeared to him of a more reserved, quieter countenance that had almost deterred him. For Javier knew when challenges became absurd. No matter how striking the dark haired beauty was, an icy bitch of a woman could be cracked far more easily than a recluse could be coached from their caves. The challenges he loved? Today was certainly not the day for a clear display of trying on his part, even with the Aspirin having now fizzled into full effects, the man aspired nothing more than ease with the following afternoon, not a battle to charm the socially inept woman from whatever problems she appeared to have with conversation.

It was a beautiful surprise, however, that the milky skinned woman intrigued him, the mentioning of ‘handsome’ an undeniable trait of replied flirtation and words he found somewhat blasé from what he’d expected her to have been. Certainly to take someone as intelligent as Javier was an impressive feat, and begrudgingly he accepted he’d been somewhat knocked off guard, though fully in recognition of his own persuasive talent, and the attentions he gained with his looks. It was a shame, the bed headed man reckoned, that this woman, a certain Sophie White, did not utilise her own looks. His was one of height and tanned skin that made him appear as though he’d holidayed in the tropics. Hers was unusual and interesting, though not in a bad way. Walten City had always needed variety; Javier had thought that ever since as a teenager he’d been the one to fail to pale in the winter against the backdrop of all American kids from all American families. Not that he resented his Spanish heritage, for of course such exoticness attributed to uniqueness amongst others, clearly displayed by the vision in which he studied.

In his own subtle way he looked at her, covering his scrutiny with casual flicks of her eyes that appeared to show just interest rather than the true way in which he viewed her. Javier focused on the angles, the contours of Sophie’s body, the hips, the thighs, up to the breasts, all the while abandoning his occasional asexual attitude in favour of briefly wondering just how the British sounded when displaying themselves under the covers. Had he briefly had tryst with someone British before? Perhaps, but that had been a man, never a woman. Javier hadn’t sampled that quite yet. He doubted he would so immediately, right here and now, yet he was a man, no matter how clever he wasn’t exactly respectable, and such thoughts were entirely natural. Any man, even those married or engaged, who denied looking at most, if not all woman with interest, in Javier’s honest opinion were talking bullshit. Unlike Sophie, who, seemingly (Javier guessed), surprised by her own forwardness proceeded to have a lovely shade of pink stain that silky skin of hers that would have made Javier smile in fondness if not for his overall lack of humane care. Women had blushed before in his presence, yet never in this way, with such a stark contrast. Twisted, Javier appreciated Sophie’s contrasting blush, dark gaze focusing intently on her for a moment if for nothing more to delight him in that that same red deepen. Of course the intensity lasted only a few moments, before his eyes darted to his trolley, placing the bag of flour into it as an apparent means to save her embarrassment. Odd, seeing as how before he had done nothing but revel in it. But then society was much like a game, and Javier never liked to play without a few surprises and spice. It was good to keep people on their toes, even more so when that person was interested which since Sophie had spoken, Javier guaranteed she was.

He brushed past he comment with nothing but a coy smile, retaining confidence despite his charade of still embodying an almost endearing awkwardness as a man. The smile highlighted the natural pout of his lips, made decidedly more masculine by the overall ruggedness of his darker features. At times Javier considered some men to be unfortunate enough as to be far too feminine looking or far too masculine, and in a rare moment of thanks to his parents, thanked them for their gene pool. “I’m sure anything I make will pale in comparison to whatever delicious treats you make Sophie,” his voice was a subdued velvet, clear and crisp, with every air of being charming yet the vocal skills of reigning in explicit flirting that made the whole statement far more conversational. “Honestly? I don’t bake. The flour will probably stay in a cupboard for forever- or until I decide to pass it on. Ask me to grill Salmon, a steak, I can do it. But bake?” He chuckled low under his breath, “then I’m completely lost.” Well, at least part of him was being truthful, in a strict sense without being ulterior. He didn’t bake and would forever refuse too. There was something entirely too delicate about baking, that Javier considered himself under qualified for. “What about yourself? Found anything that tempts you?” The lips curved into a light smirk, eyes on hers lingering in a way that enforced his statement and took it from innocence to suggestion. Well, she’d already said he was handsome, and he did so very much already like her blush. “I’m Javier by the way. Redman. A pleasure to meet you, and that’s not just politeness.”

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Going to the supermarket was normaly a rather uneventful thing for the young brunette. Sophie would go in and get everything that was on her list without a hesitation. She hardly deviated from the list and when she did it was normally for something that she was going to bake when she got home or something that would help her out in the kitchen or something like that. To be honest, Sophie didn't exactly lead the most exciting of lives. She was living in a set routine without a regret in the world towards it. She had loved her life. There had never been a real void in it. She always had everything that she needed in order to get by in life. She had a place to live, a job, and she had a few friends. She wasn't a complete shut in but she also wasn't the most social person either. She had never really been one for dating. She always found herself getting tongue tied whenever around another person of the opposite sex. It didn't make her question her sexuality though. Whenever she thought about who she wanted to be with, she had always envisioned a strong man her life. She wanted that man who would be able to provide for her and make sure that she was well taken care of. She had to admit that she wanted the ideal story romance, but things never came out the way you wanted them to in life. She had been disappointed so many times before that she wouldn't be surprised if she would be disappointed in this realm of her life as well. Then again, love never happened how you wanted it to. She should stop thinking about it so much. Didn't love happen unexpectedly? Movies made it seem that way and so did books. Then again the human attention span didn't allow for love to happen in a normal way. If there wasn't some sort of action by page three, then the person who was reading was most likely to be putting that book back down on the shelf. If there was no happy ending at the end of the movie then people didn't tend to want to see it again and told their friends that they shouldn't go see it. Funny how people loved to delude themselves into think that the ideal was the norm. One of these days, Sophie would wise up and see that things like that didn't happen in real life but right now, Javier seemed to be fitting all the criteria of the ideal romance.

Javier was a handsome stranger, there was no doubt about that. His eyes were beautiful, dark, and mysterious. Everything seemed to fit him so well from the slightly unkept eyebrows and the wild hair it all came together so well and it made Sophie wonder about what was lying underneath the surface of his clothes. Thoughts like that caused her to blush yet again. She looked back at ther list for a moment trying to regain control of herself. She shouldn't be thinking such things about a man that she just met. It was simply silly. She felt the blush drain once more as her cheeks cooled and she was able to put the list to the back of her mind once again. She even refused to blush when Javier complimented on skills he didn't even know that she had possessed. Maybe he had come into the bakery before but she doubted that. She would have thought that she would have remembered a man like him. He really did seem like he would be the kind of person that she would remember especially since there seemed to be this rather interesting juxtaposition between his looks when he was smiling and when he wasn't. It made her think that his looks were maybe a little too dark for the person inside them. She always had to see the good in people. She was never the type of person to see the glass as half full. She tried to make the best out of any situation. Her step mother said that it made her weak and that it was going to be her downfall one day. Sophie didn't really see it that way. She was after all rather optomistic and her life had never taken a terrible turn so far. True she was no longer in her beloved England, but that was her own choosing. She had decided that she needed to stand on her own two feet and that she wanted to live on her own in a new place, and that was why she was in Walten.

"I'm sure that you'd do just fine," Sophie encouraged him. "It's really rather simple. Maybe I could help you and then you can teach me how to grill a salmon without sending it up into flames." Sophie thought about her own incredible in ability to grill things. She wasn't that much of a griller because she didn't really eat meat all that much. She wasn't a fan of killing an animal just so that she could eat. Maybe it was nature's way to keep things balanced but Sophie didn't want any part of it. So she simply kept with her vegetarian ways. It seemed like it was going to pay off now though. She was wondering if she was much too bold by making an assumption that they could trade tricks of the trade. Perhaps he was just being polite and there was nothing that would grant her to think that he was interested in spending time with her outside of the aisle that the two were in for the time being. Then again he had just asked her a question that made it sound like that he was interested in something more. There was plenty that she could see and that she could tell him that she liked, but that didn't seem like it was the appropriate answer. It would sound desperate. "I suppose you could say that I've found something to . . . tempt me," Sophie said trying out the word that he had chosen. She wasn't sure if it was right for her to use, but it would have at least showed that she was paying atteniton and that she was interested at least on some level, though she supposed calling him handsome did that as well. She didn't just call any old bloke handsome. She wans't hat kind of girl. "Thank you. I have to say that if run ins like this happened to me more often I might venture out of my loft a little more often." She said keeping her gaze the most part even with his but it did break whenever she felt too nervous. "So would you um . . . be interested in maybe combining our strengths?" Sophie said her voice a little weak due to the nerves. It was by far the closest thing she had when it came to asking someone out.

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The more time in which he spent hovering around her, the more in which he began to love for all she stood for. Of course he would never have loved her, how tiresome such a concept truly was. A bore atop every other candidate for dreariness. Oh how clever the man truly was in the most deliciously wicked of ways, making his entirely absorbed attitude accessible to somebody as kind and wholesome as Sophie White. The woman may have not known in, of course she didn’t, Javier had never been as foolish enough to leave breadcrumbs leading to his lies, but naturally Javier Redman was as far away from Sophie White as the sun was the moon. Two completely opposite personas on two startlingly different ends of a spectrum. By now the cunning male had already derived much from Sophie. That she was refreshingly unlike the other women who had the notorious habit of ‘finding’ themselves at his feet as if the matter of short skirts and maximised cleavage shoved under his nose was nothing but a surprising occurrence for both parties. No, Javier reasoned that Sophie White was far more likely to be found baking in some cottage kitchen rather than choosing the shortest and most revealing item in her wardrobe for a night on the town. It was a fact that she darker man found tantalisingly delicious, the mere thought of making such a woman adhere to his will the perfect display of his own dominance that only suited his ever selfishly focused mind of congratulating himself on another, much more difficult, conquest finalised as a notch of his bedpost. The man had reasoned to be nothing more than an acquaintance of the woman, yet the mind continued to wander, only increasing in it’s fleeting and adulterated thoughts as the sparks of hope Sophie cast off had Javier slightly grabbing hold of every word and indication and forevermore pull the situation more into his favour.

Playing a permanent role was something that perhaps should have been indefinitely tiring for the man, but then when his natural personality was nothing to be particular proud of, the sharp distinction in somehow appearing to be this charmingly ungraceful man was a delightful charade to play. After a while, however he acted he mostly subconsciously almost became, subsequently walking out of any situation and back into his more devilish later with some shock that he’d actually got into being someone that had never been there below his surface. However he found with Sophie that predictability wasn’t what it usual was in conversation, and that the beautifully pale woman went against every convention he had placed before her as easily as he slipped into the guise of a character far more heroic than himself. The way in which he formulated his responses, elegantly paired with the sounds of flirtation was the only characteristic of his oozing ability to charm the garments of most, in this situation only made prettier and more kindly by his own choosing to adapt towards Sophie and the reserved nature in which, logically, he was taking advantage of.

Naturally Javier allowed this act of corruption to continue. Past what he yearned for, the future conclusion of he and she preferably undressed, the shaggy haired man highly doubted he would even commune with Sophie otherwise. Though he found no troubles with associating with others, mostly those he chose to even contemplate devoting time to have some underlying sense of wickedness in their system that created common ground. Of course this was where Javier bargained his idea of entertainment was involved, perhaps childishly believing that niceness, such a bore of a word, could only ever create boredom in response. It was a life’s moral that Javier would have bestowed upon Sophie if not for every time she spoke the intrigue that it stirred within him had his vastly changing her labelling from someone of whom he could confidently suss every action before given to somebody who appeared very willing to change his opinions, and fight his subdued flirtations with ones that willed her blushes. The initial commitment Sophie had towards him was actually quite endearing to Javier, who wasn’t all bad and actually found her focused boldness to be quite sweet. Though he was far from finished with Sophie White, for the moment she had been within his sights, Javier had clamped down upon the basic human need to be wanted. Undeniably he quite fancied a tryst with the woman, yet all the glory came in being wanted, and not just liked. To be liked meant nothing more than fleeting glances before firmly moving on- failures, Javier would condemn, and the weaknesses of any man or woman who failed to utilise their charm. To be wanted, to have another go out of their way to essentially advertise themselves, was the real rewards, and something that always came with gratification that simply being ‘liked’ would never reap. Did this mean to Javier that part of a newfound mission was the make himself be wanted by Sophie White? Hiding the faintly amused smile that threatened to pass upon his lips, the man reckoned that his as such laziness in basking in unemployment and wealth now finally had something to entertain and work towards. Fairly, the challenge of taking over some multimillion companies was far more benefiting, yet this challenge comfortably fell to second place. The prey had been sighted and the hunt instigated, now it was only the matter of the other being caught. Javier Redman never dared to fail; failure wasn’t a word that took place in his vocabulary.

Failure wasn’t going to occur, Javier was as usual quite confident, silently musing that he’d very much aim to teach Sophie something perhaps not as useful as grilling salmon, or perhaps it was, it depended on how well you evaluated crudeness after all. The sudden actor smiled broadly in some enthusiasm at the notion, soon becoming the epitome of modesty as the same lips closed; apparently politely enthralled by the fact something had tempted Sophie White. Inside Javier saw fireworks, a mental image of him climbing to the top of the staircase famed in ‘Rocky’ and punching the air with a fist. What was happening here could and would only ever be called a result. “It depends if that combining strengths idea includes a little tour of that little loft,” Javier noted calmly, “in which case then I’d be more than delighted.” Yes, he would be delighted, though perhaps not as innocently as he indicated. He would have t calm himself, for the way in which his mind rushed to what could even happen at Sophie’s loft wasn’t set in stone, and perhaps wouldn’t be even when, or was that if, it occurred. “Who knew crashing trolleys could be so rewarding? Though maybe I won’t have to try it again, I rather like the first time.” The only limitation to acting was that he wasn’t able to quite produce the blush that Sophie so pleasingly wore, yet perhaps even if he could the delicate blush wouldn’t quite appear as strongly on his skin as much as hers. “You know I almost chose not to shop today. I’m glad I changed my mind. Maybe I have to thank my sudden urge for baking.” He poked the bag of flour resting on top of the tortillas, eyes widening in surprise as it promptly fell over. Funny, he honestly hadn’t even thought to poke it so harshly, nor had he. “You sure you can teach this?” Gesturing first to the fallen flour and then to himself, it was hard for Javier to deny that apparently he was quite hazardous at baking and that perhaps it was time to admit he wasn’t good at something. What a shock to the system.

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Saying that Sophie was adept in the ways of flirting would be quite the overstatement. She had never been the girl to go out and flirt with a guy. She had been told once or twice before that she had flirted with a guy, but when Sophie thought back to the occasion that they were referring to, she couldn't remember flirting with the guy. This was a little disconcerting to the young brunette. It was like she had a loss of short term memory or temporary amnesia. How could she be flirting without really meaning to? It didn't make sense to her. Her friends had to have been crazy. That was always the explanation that Sophie had given herself when it came to such matters. There was just no other way that she was flirting with another man. She was just incapable of it. She could count all of her boyfriends on one hand and her experience was limited to the things that could be done while one's clothes were still on. Beyond that, Sophie had no experience at all what so ever. She still had some values. She didn't think that she had to be married to have sex, but she definitely wasn't the type to sleep with a complete and total stranger, or even someone that she knew a little bit. There had to be some sort of connection or bond between the two of them. That would have to be the minimum amount of something that Sophie had to feel for a person before she even entertained the idea of sex. The young woman felt that this was the reason that she was never able tell when she was flirting or when someone was flirting with her. She had very old fashioned idea towards love and sex, and she could not detract the two of them from one another. Love and sex went hand in hand for the young Sophie and she doubted if there was ever going to be anything that would be able to get her to change her mind on that. She had been told that she was a prude before or a tease, but Sophie just didn't see that. Why should something like sex be expected? Why wasn't she allowed to say no? So when Javier asked her if he could have a tour of her loft, the double meaning to his words was completley lost to her and she had no idea what she was going to be getting herself into. "I don't see any reason why you couldn't if you came over to have dinner," Sophie said in reference to her idea that they switch tips on grilling and baking. It sounded like it would be something fun. She had never given someone a one on one lesson and she had to admit that it wasn't a bad idea. Maybe the bakery could even hold events where they did lessons on baking. It certainly seemed like a good idea. Who knew who else wanted to bake and was having problems. It would be a good way to get people into the bakery. She would have to remember it for next time.

The fact that Sophie was thinking about such things at the moment, really spoke about how crazy she was. Here she was with a very attractive man who wanted to spend time with her who wasn't family and had no reason to spend time with her unless he wanted to, and she was thinking about the cookies and pastries. She really needed to get her priorities into focus because she could be missing out on an opportunity because she was just a little too afraid to socialize properly and that would just be a right shame. She would be kicking herself for quite some time after this if she did let this get away from her. What was the worst that could happen? They'd spend a dinner together and then they never see each other again. She could handle that. It wasn't like she expected anything out of this or that she was going to cling to him after seeing him. She had never been the type to call six times in an hour because the guy hadn't picked up the first time. She wasn't that type of girl despite her very few relationships. She figured that was more due to the fact that even around people she was comfortable with she still had this tendency to be very shy. She was trying to swallow up her shyness and perhaps today she was going to get a chance to exorcise her inner social butterfly. The compliments that he was paying her would have sent a reg flag up with any woman. He was after all paying her quite a few of them and they were quite good every last one of them and they just rolled so easily off of his lips that if Sophie were more adept with social run ins she would know that she had been a very lucky woman to find such a genuine person, but most likely the case would be that he was just trying to get her to do something that he wanted or there was somethign from her that he wanted. Seeing as this was not the case though, Sophie merely blushed and searched for what to say back to him. "I must say that you made a common run in rather memorable," Sophie said agreeing with him hoping that what she was saying was the right thing and trying to quell the fact that she felt like she should be running away as fast as she possibly could so that she wouldn't be in the middle of another social interaction. "You are the first one to run into me and then come back."

Javier's somewhat aloof manner towards baking made him seem so endearing to Sophie. He just seemed so sweet and she just didn't know what else to think other than the fact that he couldn't possibly have an ulterior motive when he seemed that sincere. You couldn't fake that kind of sincerity, at least that's what Sophie thought. "Well it might be a challenge, but I'm sure that I can handle it. You don't seem to be the kind of guy to give up so easily on something once you start it." Sophie was making a pretty big assumption on the person standing near her, but for all she knew he was making assumptions about her. Thoughts of her bakery were completely gone from her mind as she now thought about how she was going to teach the man before her how to bake. She was wondering how she was going to be teaching him to bake. She didn't even know what he liked, which might be a good place to start because it would help her to narrow down what she could be doing. There were just so many things that she was could teach him and she liked almost everything that she made. These were questions that she needed to answer but she didn't want to sound like a crazy person asking him questions about baking non stop. "So any allergies I should be worried about?" Sophie asked him figuring it was the most important question since she knew that people could have pretty common allergies. She knew that her own allergy to apples could be quite the annoying thing and she wanted to make sure that there wasn't anything that she could accidentally poison him with because that simply did not sound like a good idea. It wouldn't be the best way to start up a friendship or whatever this was. "I'm sorry, I'm being silly. I guess we should see if there's a chance hat we will be able to get together for our exchange of ideas before I start asking you baking questions hmmm?" She asked him smiling with a small laugh. She really did need to learn how to interact with people. She was probably coming off as too eager and she didn't want to be one of those girls that every man dreaded or went running for the hills when he realized that there was something wrong with her. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm just getting a head of myself, so are we actually going to do this, this get together?" She asked him a little sheepishly, looking up at him through her lashes and her cheeks tinged with a blush once more. It was a site that he was sure to be sick of seeing, after all this had to be the third time that she had blushed in the past ten or so minutes.

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Javier was almost tired of this entire pretence, save for the fact that he was finding the chase quite thrilling. Though it was very much debatable whether the chase was indeed a matter of catching prey. For Sophie White had hardly attempted to make a straight run away from his advances, if anything aspiring for him to somehow catch her. Granted, she may not have been ‘easy’ like some women, yet she was unassuming enough to have the wool pulled firmly over her eyes. Not that the man was particularly against that, if anything it made his on the spot challenge that much more easily. Having blockades in front of something he desired was always fun and games, yet sometimes the challenge was strung out and if there was one thing Javier couldn’t stand when it came to pleasure outside of business- it was the opinionated. Maybe it was because he was so hung up on his own beliefs being entirely correct. Not that he’d ever combat another, he was surprisingly not so judgemental and more liberal he thought than most. Yet, when it came to bed partners, those who openly declined were nothing more than a thorn in his side. Javier didn’t like to be pricked, which was why he was as competent as baking as he was gardening. He could only recall one instance wherein he’d been rebuffed. It had been by a woman as sharp as he, and Christ had be been outraged. Pride was Javier’s vanity, his arrogance gripping him into the belief he could achieve anything. When he was proved otherwise, everyone should have backed away. There was nothing, absolutely nothing that Javier wouldn’t do to take down someone who had burned him, he took pride in the fact that when people even dared to piss on him, he screwed them royally over- taking pleasure in every moment it occurred. Perhaps he was highly strung that that, admiringly calm and level headed mostly yet very temperamental when his buttons were pushed. Such attitude wasn’t good for his blood, and life had always gone better when things went his way. This meeting was no exception, and Javier supposed that he had chased down Sophie White, just be flattering her and adjusting his every whim to suit her idealised version of a man. He more than anyone knew that a hunter did not always require brawn, knowing that cunning was just as powerful as any forceful act. Technically, her words already indicated he was welcome in her home, bringing a conclusion to faze one. Now it was a matter of entering the said residence and becoming utterly charming to the point that something would be spread- and it wasn’t butter.

Now this was purely laughable. He didn’t f course, Sophie was standing right in front of him. Though Javier knew the moment he left her he would cover his laughter with a hand as to not appear completely mad. You would have thought that all of this manipulative nonsense would have been second nature to Javier by now, yet he never ceased to be amazed at just how dim witted others appeared to be. It was never their faults, so his assessment on their intelligence was unjustified, but it was always gleeful to mock those he fooled, especially when the truth was farther from the surface than anyone could comprehend. What a poor little baker, remarking that he was memorable. He’d have loved to have truthfully said the same, apart from he chose not to live life out like a rom com, shopping was for that, not things like this, and that he thought the only thing memorable about Sophie White would be proven at their dinner. Part of him knew it was morally wrong to take advantage, yet the lack of focus professionally was agonising, making something like taking advantage of someone so innocent deeply enticing. With the distinct advantage of never being attached to others, not fearful of reactions say, as he would never see them after a night, Javier went through life joyfully guiltless. It was a shame what his desires turned him into, a brute of a man who defined the sort of debauched, lust driven fools that were often the first to die in horror movies. Outside of all of this he was pleasant company. Sophie White had just chosen the wrong day to stumble across such a man as the one in front of her, who made no hesitations to chew her up and spit her out as though she were nothing but a piece of food from a fork.

What was this, was Sophie White more assertive than she appeared? Indeed he was fiercely determined, and somehow she had picked up on that. Either she was one of those shy individuals who turned out to be extremely more than capable in all areas, or that was a complete act of luck on her part. None the less, Javier looked to her grimly, “not giving up doesn’t mean I don’t fail,” he implored, shaking his lightly as though he interpreted her words to mean he would step out of her apartment with four Michelin stars in baking. “Just have the fire extinguisher on hand, won’t you?” He chortled, though actually could envision himself burning something. Subtly he tensed, slightly irritated that he wasn’t good at baking, not that he had ever wanted to be, it was more the principles of failure. He grinned at her, showing all teeth, through dark lashes that only highlighted the intensity of his stare that was never quite warm, yet made attempts to be. “We’ll do this of course, if you’ll have me that is, you can still say no. Though if you walk away I’m taking my grilling knowledge with me,” a tease by all accounts, Javier looked on playfully, feigning in his attempts to ease Sophie out of that blush that truly he had quite a fancy for. It was a pity, perhaps she could have been a deep fascination if he didn’t want one thing out of her. “I have no allergies, none at all. So don’t worry, you won’t have to dial the emergency services, I promise you.” Javier glanced to the side, envisioning the oncoming rolling of carts all too ready to hit the very aisle he was charming in. Selfish bastards, could they not see someone was at work? Looking disappointed that soon a barrage of carts would force them to part way, Javier scurried his pockets before in his jeans he loosely gripped a pen, pulling off it’s cap before taking her hand very lightly and gentlemanly. The flow of black ink upon her white skin was a beautiful contrast, harsh yet delicate in a way that summed them up perfectly. Ending his number with a flourish, and leaving his hand to linger in hers, Javier looked on with hopefulness. “Any date, any time and I’m all for you Sophie. As memorable as this moment has been, I’ve always believed they can only get better.” A cart grew nearer until the point that Javier had to move and he did so, but not without passing with a gentle, “call me, won’t you?” before finally he left.

Javier didn’t purchase his items. Out of sight from a woman far too good for a man like him, he left the trolley carelessly at some side before striding out of his store. With bravado he entered his highly desirable car, coolly pressing down on the ignition and making a show of slowly turning out of the stores car park. Because what was life if it wasn’t a show? And every actor had to take their final bow, until the curtain rose again.

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