getting to know you || NOEMI

[asher selwyn]

He was starving. And completely bored. Ever since he got into that fight outside of the bar his brother had him on lock down and he did not appreciate it. Furrowing his brow as he sat in the room that had been designated his, he sighed softly to himself. He needed to do something about this. Standing up from the chair he had put in his room, he headed for the kitchen. There had to be something in there to eat, right? Asher started opening every cabinet and searched the fridge and the freezer but didn't see a thing. Muttering to himself, he stormed out of the kitchen. "What is the point of having such a big house with NO food in it!?" He yelled to no on in particular, knowing that his brothers were out having a wonderful time with life. Sheesh, he had left one concentration camp, his sister's, and found himself in the middle of another. He was not a fragile kid anymore and he was completely capable of taking care of himself. Decision made, he hurried back to his room and changed from the pair of sweats he had been wearing. Showering quickly, Asher toweled himself off and was soon wearing a respectable pair of faded blue jeans and a black sweater, pulled over a white tee shirt. It was good enough. He wasn't going any where fancy.

He just needed a burger or something. Pulling his black shoes on, he finished off his look with the silver watch from his mother and then headed out, grabbing his zip up Northface as he did so. Throwing it on, he approached the car that Connor said he was allowed to drive. It would draw the least attention to him, and it was a simple Mercedes, black in color. It wasn't even one of the newer models but Asher knew that he couldn't be picky. The fact that Connor had given him the use of the car was good enough for him. Unlocking it from the driver's side door, he got in and started it up, revving the engine a bit. Alright. so he had a bit to work with. Like his brother Connor, Asher had a bit of a love for speed. Grinning to himself as he backed the car out of the garage, he pumped the gas and was soon racing off, the tires squealing in the vast driveway of the Selwyn mansion. It didn't take him very long to reach the center of town and his blue green eyes were peeled for a simple place to eat. Seeing the perfect thing, he pulled the car into an open parking space along the sidewalk and got out carefully, shutting the door and locking it behind him. Striding forward, he made sure his wallet was in the back of his jeans and that his cell phone was on vibrate.

Opening the door to the small restaurant, he heard the bell ding and was greeted with the sight of one of the hostess'. She gave him an appreciative smile and Asher couldn't help himself. His grin was handsome and devilish, and he let her see him give her the once over. Smiling in admiration, he stepped forward and heard her voice, which was hinted with nerves. "Just one?" He heard the hopeful tone in her voice and nodded in agreement. "Just the one unfortunately." He said with an easy shrug of his shoulders, walking behind her and admiring the view as he did so. As she seated him in a booth near the bar so he could see the television he thanked her as she handed him his menu. When the waitress came to take his order,, he had to admit that she wasn't bad looking either. Putting in his order for a burger and fries with a coke, he looked to the television now, waiting for his food and hoping he'd walk out of here with one of these girls' numbers. They'd have a fun night if they allowed him to show them a good time. Asher was actually starting to like Sapphire Bay. It wasn't so bad.

ATTIRE Clothes of course! CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS lullaby - nickelback NOTES they'll get better...I stink at starting posts lately! WORD COUNT 840

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[NOEMI FOXE]

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Waiting was the only profession Noemi could wiggle her way into and assure herself that she was secured a job. Desk jobs and things which required patience were not fit for her, considering she couldn't even keep her leg still when seated. At one secretary job she had been cut loose after a week because she had twisted the phone cords to entertain herself and had cut off all communication for a total of three hours. The restaurant she landed a job at was tiny but the customers were dedicated. They also gained publicity through good word, amounting to a constant flow of customers. Noemi was constantly on her feet, having to focus on keeping the treys of food balanced, lest she wanted to lose her job. As silly of a task it seemed her mind concentrated greatly on seeing the food was delivered safely. It became even more of a challenge when she decided to step into heels for an eight hour shift. Her boss permitted any dress as long as she appeared presentable and kept an apron around her waist. No other deal would have been more fair. This was the only job ever where she had remained constantly working for more than a month. Pathetic, she knew, but she couldn't help and feel proud about her accomplishment. The income did not give enough but her swelling pride kept her from realizing such and contemplating scouting for another occupation.

There was nothing special about this day, just another long shift inconveniently placed in the middle of the day. Not many workers were actually employed to fill the staff for the restaurant. Before No had been hired there were only four other waitresses and waiters who frequented with dependable shifts. It had been rare that Noemi had even been hired, with the owners being tight knit and very disapproving of adding new connections to bonds already formed. Noemi brought life to the restaurant that it had severely lacked before her arrival. In her highest heels she would bounce around, singing out the latest pop songs, and flirting with customers - men and women alike. No one denied her and soon enough she had become a favorite waitress for the regulars who had been dining at the restaurant for years. Their loyalty switched over and they all anticipating being waited on by the ADD lady. Her disorder clearly showed, only making her even more endearing. Tonight an elderly couple had laughed when she toppled into their table, nearly spilling their coffee. And then a man of older age had slipped her a fifty dollar tip after she had served him, spewing out her words too quickly and forgetting to ask if he wanted any refills. Thankful, the sole world described how she felt about everything in regards to the restaurant.

A basket of french fries and a whopping burger smacked onto a decorative plate currently were resting on Noemi's tray, light in her hands compared to the other orders she had taken throughout her shift. Her gait had a bounce into her, the balls of her feet practically jumping out of her heels as she swished her way over to the table. With her free hand she tugged on her skirt, trying to lower it from where it rested highly over her hips, closer to her chest. While she was dealing with her wardrobe issues she had also continued to walk forwards towards the guy with the average order. It was automatically assumed she could handle two things at once, since usually she was juggling a million things at once. Her feet had been traveling too fast and her eyes hadn't taken in where she was going, which ultimately led to a whole heap of trouble. She smashed directly into the edge of the table, fries flying out of the basket and plate nearly crashing out of her grasp. No one else seemed to notice that the favored waitress was now comically sprawled out on a diners table. Fries littered around her and the plate and burger miraculously stayed whole in her grasp. "Here's your order," Noemi chirped out, face breaking out in a sheepish grin with her dimples popping out. "I just decided to serve it with a little...variation."

WHAT SHE IS WEARING

[asher selwyn]

Asher was actually looking forward to this lunch. He was starving and at this point he didn't care what he ate. He had heard good things about this little place though even if he wasn't a regular. Lennox had said something about it one day and of course Asher had been listening. His brother had been speaking about food and that was a subject that had always peaked the young man's interest. And now he was here. His stomach growled in protest and he looked up as he saw his waitress traveling across the floor. Offering her a smile as she neared him, he straightened up in his seat and pushed his drink out of the way. It was a good thing that he did, for not only did his food come flying at him, but so did she. His eyes widened in shock and surprise and his hands moved to steady her even though she was already on his table. Asher was now wearing fries in his lap but that wasn't what concerned him. She had fallen rather hard, or so it seemed and his brow furrowed. Hearing her words, Asher couldn't help but grin a bit. Well she certainly knew how to leave an impression on someone, that was for sure. Shaking his head slightly, he kept his hand on her elbow as she seemed to regain herself.

"Well there's nothing wrong with variation. Keeps things interesting." He said with a small laugh, shaking his head once more as he did so. Looking down at his lap now, he started picking up the fries, placing them back in the basket that she had delivered so gracefully onto the table. Glancing up with his blue green eyes, he spoke up once more. "So is this how you start conversations most of the time?" He questioned innocently, his mind working in ways in which he could possibly land this girl's phone number. The Selwyn in him was working and who could blame him with a brother like Connor. Asher wasn't as bad as his brother was but he certainly was intent on landing the next girl in his bed. He could be as charming and as nice as he wanted to be in order to lead a girl home. And how proud would Connor be if he was already bringing in the girls? Shaking those thoughts from his mind, he realized that this wasn't supposed to be a competition. Feeling slightly guilty about the thoughts inside of his mind, he tried to figure out how to smooth the situation over. He didn't want her to feel awkward or bad about spilling his lunch on his lap or all over the table. He was just thankful he had moved the coke or she would have spilled that as well and that wouldn't have been good.

Thinking quickly, he brought his hand to her elbow again, trying to be nice. "Are you alright though? That was a pretty good fall.." His eyes filled with genuine concern as he questioned her. He glanced over her shoulder and to the rest of the restaurant to see if anyone else had seen her. It didn't seem that way and he was thankful for he didn't want her to be embarrassed. Looking back to her now, he looked up and then back down. He still had more french fries to pick up. They certainly served him plenty of fries. He was glad that the burger had somehow managed to stay in one piece though because he was still really hungry. He worked on finishing picking up the fries and soon had them all back in the basket. He didn't think he'd be eating those. Sighing to himself, he settled back in the booth, glancing sideways at her. He supposed he could introduce himself. "I'm Asher. But if you wanted to get to know me better you didn't have to spill my lunch on me." He said with a quick grin, letting her know he was only joking. He wasn't mad or anything and there was no harm done. It was actually quite comical and it certainly landed him a conversation with her. He couldn't complain about that now.

ATTIRE Clothes of course! CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS lullaby - nickelback NOTES they'll get better...I stink at starting posts lately! WORD COUNT 860

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[NOEMI FOXE]

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When she had gone crashing down onto the table at least the person seated was an attractive young man, not some skeezer who would try to tilt his head at just the right angle to get a peek up her skirt. Sprawled out on the table, legs tightly crossed in a sad attempt to stabilize herself before she plummeted, Noemi felt comforted by the chiseled face looking at her. Concern dominated each feature to give Noemi even more fondness to direct towards the stranger, whose order of fries he was now wearing. Instantly she began to feel bad at her show of neglect, placing worries over her wardrobe over delivering orders to customers ready to devour their desired food. She looked to him, clear blue discs widening with shame, her moods transforming with the snap of a fingers. Noemi hurriedly shook off his hand from her elbow, thankful for his worry but setting her priorities on groveling at his feet. Swiftly she actually hopped off of the table, greasy fries sliding off her form as she straightened, standing close to six foot and a single inch with her heels on. She set the burger before him, cooing out "I'm terribly sorry, I never make messes like this. I mean, I do make messes, but never on the job. I'm sorry!" she spewed out, words coming out in a rushed jumble of a single breath.

She felt like an anvil had been lifted from her chest when he laughed at her, eyes lighting up with the intensity from his smile. Noemi would have been crushed had he spited her for a little oops, despite the fact he was a stranger she would very well never see again. Unless he was a frequent goer and she had been negligent to recalling his face. But he was handsome, which crossed that option off instantly. Noemi gave a soft chuckle, bouncing into action when he began to place the fries back into the basket. Her hands darted out instantly, reaching for the fries still placed in his lap, squealing slightly when she realized her hands were closer to his personal areas than was socially acceptable. "Mom never taught me about the whole personal space thing...sorry..." she uttered out, shaking her head dramatically at her incorrect show of manners. She stepped back instantly, straightening her apron and brushing crumbs from her shirt to keep her hands from trying to help, when really they only made things worse. "If I want to get the attention of someone good looking I usually just say hi," Noemi said, ducking her head in shame and bouncing back on one of her heels. Awkwardness one, Noemi zero, she thought to herself, cringing visibly at her horrendously apparent stupidity.

The stranger's hand placed back on her elbow came as a pleasant surprise. In other incidents the customers would have hollered until she scrambled up then ducked back into the kitchen to have someone else clean up after her spill. He was neither angry or disappointed at her oops, actually concerned when it had clearly been her fault. Noemi brought her own hand to his, prying it gently from her elbow to lay it back onto the table, grasp lingering for a moment before she allowed her hand to fall back limply at her side. "I've taken worse falls and crashes in football. That sort of spill is nothing but funny," Noemi replied, cheesing at him with a smile that revealed all of her teeth. Following his lead, she peered back around the restaurant before slyly sneaking into the seat of the booth across from her. She sat pressed close to the wall, peering out occasionally to assure that her boss or coworker weren't glaring at her because she had slacked off at the sight of an attractive man, a habit which she was known for. "It's an intricate plan only set so I can get to tell you that my name is Noemi," she shot back, a playful smirk setting on her full lips.

WHAT SHE IS WEARING

[asher selwyn]

Well he couldn't lie and say that he wasn't looking forward to those french fries. He had wanted those but he supposed he could always put in for another order. There were always more french fries to be had so he wasn't too concerned about it. His concern now lay within the hands of this young woman and he prayed that she wouldn't get in trouble for spilling the fries. If her manager had a problem Asher found himself thinking that he'd just to her defense. This was a girl that he hardly knew, but he still wanted to make sure that she was safe. He felt protective over her and that threw him off slightly. He was new here in Sapphire Bay, and yet he still felt like this was the place that he was meant to be. Meeting this girl only proved that thought and that feeling and he had to admit that he was thankful she had literally run into him today. Or rather, thankful that she had literally run into his table. Grinning slightly at that thought, his blue eyes found hers once more as she began speaking in response to his comments. She had a sense of humor, but he could see the worry and agitation in her pretty face. He wanted her to relax.

"Honestly, stop apologizing. It's fine, no harm done. I'm not mad, I promise." He said with an honest smile, showing her that he really was perfectly fine. So he had some greasy fries dumped in his lap. It could have been worse. He could be wearing his drink or soup, or something that wouldn't get cleaned up so easily. He just needed to let her know and assure her. That much was obvious. She was like some scared animal. He felt like she was flinching away from him in fear of getting hit. Furrowing his brow now, he spoke up once more. "It's an easy fix, lass. I really prom..." But his words were cut off as he realized that she was reaching for his lap. Tensing slightly at her bravery and disregard for personal space and respect. Well this girl certainly was something but Asher still couldn't bring himself to be upset with her. Fighting the urge to just grab her hand and pull her from the restaurant with him this very moment, he took a deep breath and exhaled softly. Well he hadn't been expecting this when he stepped out of the house this afternoon. It was definitely better than sitting alone in that mansion by himself. He wasn't going to complain about this, not in the least. Hearing her explanation, he merely chuckled. "Remind me to thank your mother." He joked openly, obviously not bothered by her actions.

Hearing her next statement, he couldn't shake the smile from her face even with her look of shame. She was adorable. He couldn't get over it. She was also extremely good looking and Asher had a soft spot in his heart for a good looking young woman. "Then I must be incredibly ugly." He grinned, trying to get her to lighten up a little. He honestly wasn't upset about the situation at all and he needed her to see that in order to feel better about the entire fiasco. It wasn't even that bad. The rest of the guests had gone back to what they were doing and they pretty much forgot about Asher and Noemi. He was thankful for that because he didn't think the poor girl could take the attention, especially if it was negative. Sighing to himself, he sat back in the booth he had settled in, glancing up at her as she looked around the restaurant and sneakily sat across from him. Another smile played at his lips. "Living dangerously, eh? I'll be your look out." He said with a nod and then listened as she spoke up once more. "Well Noemi, it's a pleasure to meet you. How much trouble would you be in if you ditched this place with me and we actually did something?" He questioned innocently. He figured they could go for a walk, and on that walk if they happened to come across his car, which happened to drive them back to the mansion, which happened to land them in his bed, then so be it. But in all seriousness, he felt like they needed to get out of this restaurant so she could be herself.

ATTIRE Clothes of course! CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS lullaby - nickelback NOTES NASHER <3 WORD COUNT 908

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[NOEMI FOXE]

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She just needed to be assured the man wasn't going to cause a scene over the spilled fries or storm off to her manager to complain about their choice of workers. Someone had done such a thing before, when another coworker had collided into her and caused her to spill a tray of drinks all over a table. Luckily, Noemi had been in the favorable spotlight of the manager and had told the customer that he could go and take his service somewhere else if he was unsatisfied. It appeared to Noemi that this man was at least showing no noticeable signs of rage or irritation. Regardless of the fact that he were a complete stranger Noemi would have been completely ruined if he had been unable to forgive it. But that was not a problem because she was fairly certain that this man was smiling at her, possibly enjoying the show she had given him by very literally colliding into his table. Noemi was relieved, feeling like some heaviness had been drained from her chest. She was even chatting with him lightly, their talk could have maybe even been classified as one of the lowest levels of flirting. Interesting things certainly could occur at work, Noemi realized. Asher, the man, was attractive and wanted to be in her company. This long shift could be filed away as a good day on the job, because she had found herself in the attention of a, she might have been assuming, a nice man.

To keep her hands occupied for a little longer she rearranged the layout of the remaining fries on his plate, which were littered around the burger, which had made it through the spill in one piece. Though the main part of his meal was still in tact it seemed like Asher was not going to dig into the burger immediately. Noemi allowed herself to bask in her satisfaction by concluding that it was because he wished to continue to speak with her. "My apologies have ended now. For good. You'll never hear another sorry out of me," Noemi swore, aware that she was probably exaggerating but going along with her silly thought anyway. She didn't know anything really, because whatever was revolving around this stranger named Asher turned out to be completely foggy. He was sort of like a faulty crystal ball to Noemi right now, which gave off more attraction for Noemi to be drawn to. Her hands had been wandering a little and she was aware of that, after the fact that she had nearly been completely groping his crotch. She sat across from him now, face flushed because of her complete disregard at being respectable when it came to space. "My hands don't wander all the time, only when a man is extremely attractive," Noemi spewed out, promptly shaking her head at how sexual she sounded. She really needed to learn the importance of at least pausing before saying or doing anything. All of this would need to be blamed on her ADD, because she had no other reasoning for such behavior.

Noemi let her hands drop from her face, there was no reason for her to act ashamed if he was completely accepting. It was odd to have someone so willingly accept the erratic way that she acted. Her eyes lingered over his face for a moment and Noemi's impulsive level suddenly spurred up to an unimaginable level. Before she stood in her corner of the booth she thanked God for giving her extremely long limbs, then she leaned over the table and grabbed at Asher's face. Her lips pressed to his with flourish and through their fused mouth transferred some of her endless amount of energy. She nibbled on his lip slightly before pulling away and swinging around to his side of the booth, yanking on his hand to pull him from his seat. Her heels clacked up a storm as she moved her way out of the door and onto the street, pulling Asher behind her. "If you were incredibly ugly I wouldn't have done that incredibly thoughtless thing back there," she chirped to him, wiggling her ass dramatically to perform a little jig. Noemi dropped his hand and glanced back at him, untying her apron and throwing it at him. She took off in a hurry, managing to balance in her heels as she rushed down the street. "Catch me!" she screamed back to Asher, darting directly into the road, without even taking the time to glance left right and then left again.

WHAT SHE IS WEARING

[asher selwyn]

Asher watched her from where he sat, his gentle eyes taking in the sight of the rather nervous girl in front of him. She really was petrified that he was going to rat her out to her employer. Even if Asher was a jerk he didn't think that someone would have the time or the want to really do that. He didn't know why anyone would want to make someone's life miserable either. The girl seemed as if she needed this job. Not from appearance of course, but because of how passionately she feared for losing it. Asher could tell and he wasn't going to jeopardize her position here at the restaurant. He was one that never needed to worry about money or being poor. He wasn't saying that she was poor either, but he was never one to think about where he was going to be able to get funds from. He wasn't living paycheck to paycheck and he wasn't about to ruin things for someone that worked hard for their money. Shaking his head slightly to rid his mind of those thoughts, the young man just offered her another gentle smile, wanting her to be reassured. He wasn't going to rat her out. He didn't know how else he could promise that.

As she announced that she would never utter another sorry in his presence, Asher looked at her skeptically. She had just been apologizing to him for the past ten minutes or so. He doubted that this girl would be able to keep those words from her lips. Trying not to laugh, he just shrugged. "Yes, I'm sure. Never again? From you? What happens if you do apologize...what do I get to do?" He questioned Noemi innocently, looking at her as if he had not done a guilty thing in his life. Which was completely untrue, obviously. He was in the family that led the Irish mob. Guilt and trouble were his middle names. Anyone getting involved with him was definitely in for some fun. Ignoring those thoughts, he decided to save that topic for the second date at least. He didn't want to scare her off already. Oh by the way, I'm in the mob. I shoot guns. I kill people. Yeah, that was sure to go over well and he honestly didn't think that he should bother with that story yet. Shrugging it off as something unimportant, he suddenly noticed that her hands were constantly moving. All over the fries that hadn't managed to crash into his lap. Studying her movements, the grin lit his lips once more. She really couldn't sit still. And silence seemed to be a problem for her as well, but he wasn't complaining. She was easy to talk to and down to earth. He appreciated both attributes because he just liked talking to people sometimes. It was human nature, right?

Of course it was. However, he was caught completely off guard when he saw her shifting after her comment of being fidgety around attractive men. So maybe he did have a chance to get her to come home with him. Oh who was he kidding? He was a Selwyn. It was in their blood. Sighing to himself, he was about to speak to her about said subject when she was shifting in her seat. His attention was refocused, and he looked up in surprise when she leaned across and took his face in her hands. His eyes opened wide when her lips met his and he nearly lost it. He couldn't believe that this was happening. A smile came to his face as she broke off the kiss, but he was suddenly being wrenched from his booth. What in the world? Grabbing his jacket quickly with his free hand, he hurried out after her, feeling the strange looks from the customers. Hearing the shouts from Noemi's employer as they ran out, Asher laughed. Oh this girl was trouble but he had to admit that he enjoyed it. "Why do I feel like you're going to get in trouble for this? And then why do I feel like you don't care at all?" He said with a wild look in his eyes. But she was gone in moments, yelling at him to catch her and heading straight for the....the street? She was...she wasn't going to run out in the middle of it was she? Oh good grief she wasn't even looking?! "Noemi! Noemi stop!" He shouted and then ran after her. It was a good thing that he was fast. He caught her in moments, seeing the car that was speeding around the corner just as she was stepping into the street. He reached out and grasped her arm as gently as possible while still yanking her into him and out of the street. He wrapped his arms around her protectively, his heart racing and his breath quick. "Christ Noemi...are you alright?"

ATTIRE Clothes of course! CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS lullaby - nickelback NOTES NASHER <3 WORD COUNT 978

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