Kinda-Sort-OF Lunch Date with Violet (VIOLET)

[danebrown]

I walk into the Slice after a text conversation with Violet over our kinda-sort-of lunch date at the slice. I'd changed into a black skull-covered hoodie with dark, shredded jeans and a fitted white top that showed off enough muscle but wasn't too tight. I looked around to see if Violet was already here.
I hope I didn't arrive first.

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[danebrown]

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[calliefan234]

I walked into the slice, hoping I wasn't late.I had changed into an off the shoulder 'go against the flow' shirt and white skinny jeans with knee high black boots. My hair was down, like usual. I checked the clock and breathed out a sigh. 12:00, right on time. I had gotten so immersed in sketching this bench outside of orchard I had completely lost track of time. I had hurriedly stuffed it in my bag, with the corner of the sketchbook sticking out.
I looked for Dane and saw him standing there, looking around. I walked up to him and smiled. "Looking for someone?" I asked coyly.

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[danebrown]

I turn, grinning. I confidently look her up and down. Wow, she looks awesome. "I have to admit- you look hot, you know, for a horse wrangler." I joked, grinning widely and gaze into her intense dark eyes.

[calliefan234]

I smile. "I'm gonna take that as a compliment, since horse wrangling is a very dangerous sport." I say, crossing my arms and grinning. "Want to find a table?" I ask, looking around.

[danebrown]

I nod, looking around. I see a spot in a far corner near the window and nod towards it. "How about there?" I ask Violet, an eyebrow raised in an irresistible way.

[calliefan234]

I smile. "Perfect." I sit down at the table, crossing my legas and placing my bag with the sketchbook next to my chair.

[danebrown]

I sit down across from her, studying her face for more than a few seconds. "So, Violet, how old are you exactly?" I asks, brushing a stray strand of her reddish hair away from her eyes.

[calliefan234]

I bite my lip. "Hmm. 16 years, 9 months, 23 days, 14 hours, 32 minutes, 10 seconds." I say smiling.

[danebrown]

I chuckle deeply, my eyes sparkling with mischief. "I didn't ask for your life story." I whisper, my voice showing a hint of uber-sexy scratchiness.

[calliefan234]

I lean back in my chair. "How is that a life story? You asked me exactly how old I was. I told you." I laugh, leaning forward.

[danebrown]

I grin, shaking my head. "You're relentless." I say, brushing my hand on top of hers.

[calliefan234]

I shrug. "More or less." As he brushed my hand on top of mine, I smiled, my light green eyes sparkling and vivid. "So... where are you from?" I ask,, thinking it was a good conversation starter. "And what made you want to come to Canterwood Crest Academy."

[danebrown]

I ponder this for a second. "Chicago, originally. But I lived in Canada for quite some time." I say, grinning. But when she asks me what brought me here, my face falls and I sigh deeply.

[calliefan234]

I stop smiling. "Something wrong?" I said uncomfortably. I bite my lip. "If it makes you feel better, I had to come here or they would put my horse down."