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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 22, 2014 4:12:18 GMT
Geoffrey: He looked down at her and blinked a few times, a pink blush tinging his cheeks (what was that all about? He was supposed to be the collected one). In Valentine Ville, girls did this on purpose quite often and he was used to playing it off dramatically, but he knew better than to assume that here. He knew the instant she fully registered what happened she'd probably stay as far away from him as possible for the rest of the day. He thought fast.
"Oh, I apologize, ma fleur! I wasn't watching where I was going." He took her hand and spun her (carefully!) as if they had been dancing the whole time. Mid-spin, he took the towel off her head with a flourish, flicking it over his shoulder where it hung. He bowed to her slightly, as a form of apology. "Now, about those dishes?"
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Post by macxcheese on Aug 22, 2014 4:45:25 GMT
Emma: Why did he take that towel away from her?! She could really use it right now to hide her face in. "N-no, it's my fault! I'm such I klutz, I don't even know what I was do-" She suddenly did remember what she'd been doing, and she peeked over Geoffrey's shoulder to see John winking at her. She gnashed her teeth together. Grounded. For life. Realizing how close she still was to Geoffrey, she stepped back. She looked down at the ground, still blushing.
"Right, dishes. The sinks are in here," she said, hitching a thumb over her shoulder. "We don't have a dishwasher, so it's all hand washing." She led him into the kitchen, trying to calm down. She stopped in front of three sinks- one empty, one filled with soapy water, and one filled with clear water. She reached above the first sink to grab a small spray nozzle connected to a hose. Grabbing a plate, she began spraying it down with water. "So first you rinse off the dishes, just enough so there aren't any large chunks of food on them!" She set the plate in the next sink and scrubbed it with a nearby sponge. "This sink is where you really wash the dishes. The water's pretty hot, but you'll get used to it. Make sure you refill it now and then, the water gets dirty fast!" Moving on the last sink, she simply dipped the plate in, swirled it around, and set it on the drying rack. "The last sink is to rinse. You don't have to refill it as much, but just make sure it doesn't get too soapy. Then you set the dish on the drying rack and you're done!"
Emma grabbed the other plate and held it out to him. "Now it's your turn."
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 22, 2014 5:11:10 GMT
Geoffrey: At first, he was disgusted by the prospect of dishes, but when Emma did it so easily, he supposed it couldn't be terrible. He took the plate from her, holding it carefully between two fingers, as to not touch it too much and rolled up his sleeve with his free hand before taking the plunge. He sprayed it with the water, at first startled by the force that it pounded on the dish (he splashed a fair amount of water on himself). He then picked up the sponge, unable to help that his nose wrinkled while he did and scrubbed it down quickly, but long enough so that he was pretty sure he got all the food off. Then he copied her by swirling the dish in the last sink before setting it down on the drying rack. He sucked in a breath while he awaited his criticism, sure he'd done everything wrong.
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Post by macxcheese on Aug 22, 2014 5:58:04 GMT
Emma: She couldn't help but notice the faces he made. She'd made the same ones when she first started at the shop, and they made her laugh. "See, it's not so bad! You did well!" Her hand glazed over her scar as she tried to remember anything else that she needed to tell him. When nothing came to her she shrugged her shoulders. "Do you have any questions?" She smacked her fist into her palm as she recalled something. "I forgot to ask! When can you start?"
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 22, 2014 6:02:36 GMT
Geoffrey: He DID have a question actual-- Oh! "Well, immediately! I do have a question, though, if that's alright, ma fleur?" He'd noticed her tick lately, messing with her scar, and was starting to get to the point that he wanted to take her hand so she wouldn't. The picking was probably what resulted in a scar showing up in the first place! Somehow, though, he restrained himself, though his face was hot. In any case, his question was unrelated to her scar.
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Post by macxcheese on Aug 22, 2014 6:09:37 GMT
Emma: "Sure, go ahead!" She fixed some of the utensils in the drying rack while she was listening.
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 22, 2014 6:11:35 GMT
Geoffrey: "Would you like to go out sometime? On an actual date? With me?" He watched her closely after asking, but he swore he'd heard snickering...? It wasn't Emma, she was right here. Ah, well, perhaps it was his imagination laughing at him. It wouldn't have been the first time.
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Post by macxcheese on Aug 22, 2014 16:38:17 GMT
Emma: "A- a date?" She stared at Geoffrey as a few things ran threw her mind. Like the first date she'd ever gone on. Or not gone on. Geoffrey was from Valentine's Town, what if this was just some little fling to him? What if he stood her up too? She thought of Cici, remembering that not everyone from Valentines was like that. Geoffrey didn't seem like that. But then, Emma was his employer now and Geoffrey her employee. It would be unprofessional, right? You run a pie shop, a voice said. Not the height of professionalism. The voice got louder and started to sound like John. It said to her, Emma, this is stupid. You already know the answer. She knew it was right and heard herself say it out loud. "Yes."
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 22, 2014 17:32:31 GMT
Geoffrey: "I thought you might say this, but ma fleur, I can assure you that I will be a proper gentlem--" Wait. "Wait-- you have said-- Oh, yes! Excellent! We will have so much fun, you and I! We can go to Valentine Ville and I can show you the town and-- But, no matter! I will save some surprises! You will not regret it, I can promise you that."
He felt very stupidly proud of himself, but he couldn't bring himself to care even a little bit. "When shall we go?" he asked, taking off his beret and holding it to his chest with both of his hands. "You know when I am free, since you will be in charge of my schedule, most likely, so it is entirely up to you, ma belle fleur!" He felt himself slipping into a ridiculously French accent as he spoke. At least he wasn't speaking entirely in French. That was progress.
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Post by macxcheese on Aug 22, 2014 19:37:56 GMT
Emma: "U-um. Okay." She was a little surprised at how excited he was. It was him who'd asked her though, so maybe that wasn't so odd. To her it was. She wrung her hands, trying to come up with a good day. "What about Sunday? The shop closes early and everything." Sunday was so close though! Did she even have anything to wear on a date? What did people wear on a date?
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 22, 2014 19:56:31 GMT
Geoffrey: "Sunday sounds trés magnifique!" She was wringing her hands-- he knew that tick all too well, and it simply wouldn't do. She had absolutely no reason to be nervous! He took her hands in his and looked her squarely in the eyes.
"Ma fleur, we will have a wonderful time. You need not stress- you just need to be here, being your beautiful self and I'll pick you up." Realizing that he might be laying it on a little thick (Geoffrey, she is not from Valentine Ville and you are not there right now!!!) He released her hands and bowed, beret to his chest again.
"When shall I be back for work, ma cherie? And when should I pick you up on Sunday?"
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Post by macxcheese on Aug 22, 2014 21:09:24 GMT
Emma: Geoffrey holding her hands did not help her stress levels, and she was a glad when he released them (and then kind of not). She really didn't know how to answer his reassurances, so instead she moved on to the next question. "Um... When can you start?" It was really how soon he wanted to start getting paid. "And the shop closes at four, so any time after that!"
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 22, 2014 21:35:55 GMT
Geoffrey: Nodding, he said, "Oh! I can start any time!" Had he not said he could already? He guessed not!
"D'accord! How does five o' clock sound?" he asked noticing for the first time that one of her braids had fallen loose. He tilted his head slightly. "Could you turn around, ma fleur?"
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Post by macxcheese on Aug 23, 2014 4:23:00 GMT
Emma: "Alright, tomorrow then. We open at 8, so be here by 7:30 to get ready please."
She looked over to a calender like it would tell her if that was an okay time. "Um, good! Five it is." She faced him again, a confused expression on her face. Why was she turning around? "A-alright," she mumbled. She turned and prayed he wouldn't do anything weird.
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 23, 2014 5:09:54 GMT
Geoffrey: He nodded at her. He needed to find like, at least 12 songbirds to act as an alarm, probably.
When she turned around, he ran his hand through her hair lightly to find the end of the braid and attached it back where it belonged before turning her back around. "There we are!"
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