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Post by BEVAN KRIS GRAY on Jul 27, 2011 21:04:55 GMT -6
OH CRYSTAL BALL, TELL ME LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL Crystal Ball, Keane
"Come to Hillside Farm? Uh, yeah, that sounds great." He said with forced enthusiasm. He dreaded every trip he ever had to make to that place; but he would brave his childhood fears any day she wanted to invite him to come and take pictures of her horses. "So you have horses?" He felt compelled to ask because she had brought it up, but he hoped she would move the conversation away from horses; and he was quite surprised to find that they had both been born in Barnes. He smiled. "Wow, this is funny. Both born in Barnes, both live in London. I attended nursery and registration at Barnes Primary." It was a small public school; his biological mother didn't have enough money to afford anything special, and it was only after he moved with his aunt did she pay for his private schooling. "My work is a variety of things, but mostly portraits for models' portfolios. I also can be hired for photographing weddings - or just family photos and such." He continued to pet Neap, but he was listening intently to her now; finally, the two had begun to open up.
"But you're right, guilty as charged; Neap has a few folders on my computer, also." He laughed. The Abyssinian was a beautiful cat, and his pelt and eyes were absolutely brilliant with the right lighting. "After I moved to London when I was six, I attended Bales Private, and then London College." He didn't know if she wanted to know that much, but he really wanted this conversation to continue.
Ah, of course! He knew there was something unique about this woman; a photographic memory! "Photographic memory? That's brilliant. So how does that work? You can just see or read something and then remember it?" Bevan was highly interested. "So, lets say I write something complicated - like a set of numbers or such - you could look at it and then just remember it?" He glanced back at her desk, wondering if she had paper or pen. Of course he wanted to see this in action.
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Post by blaire anne leigh on Jul 29, 2011 14:35:44 GMT -6
Blaire say silently and listened as Mr. Gray talked about his line of work and then talk about where he went to school. Would it be too much if she mentioned that they did go to the same school, and yet they were too young to remember one another? She wondered if he was adorable at a young age, or if he was one of the chubby ones, but she dare not ask. The female let out a small sneeze, shaking her head. “Excuse me,” she said softly, letting a crooked smile set across her lips.
She felt a laugh build up in the back of her throat at his excitement over her photographic memory, and realized that was just the reason that she didn’t want to tell people all about it. They went somewhat into a crazed ‘want-to-hear-about-it-all’ mode, and then that was all they would bother her about. She let out a small huff of a laugh when he mentioned writing numbers on a paper, and assumed she probably could do that, but no one had ever suggested it.
“Well, Mr. Gray, I suppose I could show you, but it’s not really that hard to explain, either. I see something, focus on it for a little bit, and then I open my eyes, and when I close them again, I think about it for a little, and then…ta-da. I’ve got the numbers in my head. I don’t normally talk to people about it, because then they’ll normally want me to show them how to do it…and it makes me feel somewhat uncomfortable, so thank you for not asking. It’s appreciated,” said Blaire quietly. She really wanted to move onto something more relevant to him. She disliked talking about herself that way.
Not like it was bad; she just didn’t enjoy it as much as she enjoyed listening to other people talk and grow happy when they spoke. For the most part, anyway.
“I would love to see some pictures, if that would be al-right. I completely understand the idea of confidentiality, because I use it on a daily basis, but perhaps you have a site that might show me the type of work you do? Not that I’m getting married, or anything,” laughed the vet, becoming uncomfortable once more. Did she always have to set herself up like that? She smiled, and said, “Oh! I forgot to mention, we did attend the same school when we were younger, isn’t that too funny?”
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Post by BEVAN KRIS GRAY on Jul 29, 2011 15:40:49 GMT -6
SHE'S ALL I WANT AND MORE I MEAN DAMN, WHAT'S NOT TO ADORE? Trouble, Never Shout Never
"Bless you," He said simply when she sneezed, a sort of laugh caught in his smile.
Then she talked about how uncomfortable talking about her photographic memory made her feel. "Oh, well, if you would rather talk about something else, that's fine..." He said, though he did sound a tad disappointed. The man had obviously not been considering her point of view; of course she probably got asked this a lot! Maybe he couldn't fully understand that - since there was no defining physical trait that separated him from another, except maybe his eye colour - but he could sympathize what it would be like to constantly be asked to repeat the same information, over and over again. Though he couldn't help but feel disappointed; he had already planned the entire event in his head. He was going to take that paper and pen from her desk, scribble down his phone number (pretending to first consider a list of number options, of course) and then she would have it memorized in her head. Since you already have my number, how about I have yours? He could just see a much cleaner, sexier, and more muscular version of himself smoothly dropping into the conversation. Or he could take it simpler, and less like a pick-up line: If you have any time after work, you already have my number. No, that just sounded stupid. God, would he ever find the courage?
"I'd be happy too show you. I have my business site (which also doubles as a portfolio) online, if you're interested. bevangray.com," He added the web address because she had a computer at hand; maybe she wanted to look them over right now? If he was with any one else, he would have made the comment "Well, if you've ever found yourself engaged, I'm open for hiring," but he did not want Miss Leigh married off any time soon.
He laughed when she mentioned their school. "Wow, strange how those things occur. I wouldn't be surprised if you don't remember me; I was an incredibly skinny boy, and my hair was a lot darker - and I had a lot of freckles, too." He tried to recall anything about his other classmates, but he was simply too young then and too old now to remember her. He was positive his aunt had class pictures, the picture-hoarder that she was - maybe he would stop by her house after all?
Hopefully, of course, he wouldn't find himself at his mum's house, but instead in the lovely company of a rather attractive veterinarian.
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so, of course that website isn't real, but here is a photographer who's style is pretty much what I would image Bevan's would be: Click
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Post by kiwi » on Aug 2, 2011 13:48:07 GMT -6
Blaire smiled and nodded her thanks after Mr. Gray blessed her. She wondered if he was religious or not, but decided not to press the subject at that moment. They had a few more minutes before his appointment was going to end, and so she decided to open up her Macbook and check out his website. She was surprised at his work, and her eyebrows rose instinctively; she was really impressed with his work. She could tell that he had a special knack for wedding photos, although his portraits weren’t too shabby either. What was she talking about, though? She was hardly one to talk, she used a digital SLR but had no idea what half the controls on the camera meant. She had basically her entire facebook dedicated to her two horses, and her newsfeed was always clogged with her pictures. She was also surprised to see that he did, in fact, have one or two pictures of people and their horses, but she could tell that animals weren’t something he did on a regular basis.
Eyes alight, the female looked at Mr. Gray. ”Mr. Gray, I would love for you to come one of these days to Hillside and take a few pictures of my horses with me. I would pay whatever you ask, even if it is more. You seem to have a special way with the camera; these photographs are of amazing quality. I can see why you seem to be so busy, it’s not always easy to come across such talented people,” said Blaire, smile lighting up her face. It was funny, she rarely showed off her teeth, but for some reason, she found that he probably didn’t care. Swallowing, the female moved forward toward Neap, and wondered if something really was wrong.
“So, you’re positive that Neap feels fine? Would you like me to take a look before I go to my next appointment, or do you think that he’s al-right?” asked the Veterinarian, wanting to make sure that her client would be pleased, whether his cat was sick or not. She didn’t want to seem to have no interest in the cat, and he seemed to crave as much attention as he could get. She laughed, and stroked his soft head. “Have you ever considered going to a cat show? I feel like he would do well. I’m no breeder, but he’s got quite a fine structure going for him, as an Abyssinian and all,” said Blaire, tilting her head to the side. For some reason, though, she figured his answer would be no. Cat shows weren’t much of a man’s…hobby. It was more common to see women fussing over their precious kitties, anyway.
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Post by BEVAN KRIS GRAY on Aug 2, 2011 14:27:35 GMT -6
IF ONLY I DON'T SUFFOCATE I'LL MEET YOU IN THE MORNING WHEN YOU WAKE Bend And Break, Keane
Bevan watched her as she skimmed through his site, his eyes on her pretty hair and her thin fingers and her matching scrubs and converse. In only a few minutes, he had learned a lot about her: she had a photographc memory, they were both born in Barnes and now both live in London, and she loved her horses. Alright, so the horses weren't much of a positive; but still, their conversation had gone rather smoothly, and he wanted it to continue. However - as he glanced down at his watch - he could see that his appointment was coming to a close. He watched her expressions as she clicked through the photographs, hoping for a positive reaction. This was it; this was going to be it. He was going to do it, he was going to do it.
"Mr. Gray, I would love for you to come one of these days to Hillside and take a few pictures of my horses with me..." Miss Leigh sounded excited, her face bright and her mouth wide. She had a cute smile; god, why did she have to smile at him? It would be so much easier to be rejected if she was frowning.
Even though everything in him said to stay away from Hillside and its beasts from Hell, Bevan found himself saying excitedly: "Thank you. I would love to have the opportunity, Miss Leigh. I do not get enough opportunities to work with animals," Though he had had enough work with horses for a lifetime. But, he would be spending time with her - getting to know her outside of this office, and he would be one step closer to...to what? To a date? To a real relationship? Mr. Gray had not thought that far yet; all he felt was that he wanted to know more about this woman.
"No, I think Neap is fine. He is getting better and better since I've followed your advice and spent more time with him," Bevan stroked the Abyssinian's tail. When she brought up cat shows, he shook his head, an uncomfortable smile on his face. "Ah, no, I've never considered doing cat shows. Don't have enough free time to cook myself a decent dinner, much less learn the etiquette of cat showing. You are welcome to take him any time, though, if you'd like; he's fond of you enough," Why was he kidding himself? They were about to say their goodbyes, and he would not see her for months until their next appointment - but then she will probably have a boyfriend, if she doesn't have another bloke chasing after her already. God knows she's gorgeous; he wouldn't be surprised if he was about to find himself asking out another man's girl.
I have to do it or I'll regret it for months. Bevan told himself. He took a deep breath, looking up (or down, really, since the veterinarian was shorter than him) and matched her gaze. "Miss Leigh, I am sure that you figured out by now that Neap wasn't the reason for me scheduling another appointment. I was wondering...well, if you are free after work today, or any day, we could go out for some coffee? Or dinner?" He said his words quickly, and he hoped that she caught everything that he said. Minus the stuttering and the embarrassment, of course.
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Post by kiwi » on Aug 2, 2011 19:06:54 GMT -6
The veterinarian nodded along as Mr. Gray mentioned how he wanted to work with animals more than he did, and her eyes lit up, though she didn’t smile. She was still wondering how Neap was doing, and she couldn’t help but worry, because she wanted the tomcat to feel as good as possible. Instinctively, the female felt along the male’s ribs and stomach, gently probing for any somewhat stiff and hard areas, because it could mean something was wrong. When the cat’s owner said he was doing much better after her advice, the veterinarian continued to stroke the cat from his head to the base of his tail. She liked this cat, and wondered how much it cost, although she enjoyed her two shelter cats as well, and she probably wouldn’t spend the money on a cat when there were so many in shelters that needed a home. Laughing to herself, she shut down her thoughts for a moment, and focused on Mr. Gray. She didn’t want to seem like she was merely daydreaming.
She laughed along with Mr. Gray as he mentioned never seeing himself at a cat show. She had to be honest and tell him that she didn’t believe she would ever see him there as well. “I’ve been there before, and seldom do you see a male there with his cat or cats. It’s actually quite intense, but I don’t have the proper pedigrees with my cats, you know, so I couldn’t be in one. Now, back to the animals, I would love it if you came out to Hillside with me! You could meet my two horses; I could see you getting along quite well with Mellow. I got him from a kill-auction, and he’s been one of my best friends ever since. He’s called Mellow for a reason,” giggled Blaire, smiling lopsidedly.
When Mr. Gray asked if she wanted coffee afterward, and that Neap wasn’t the only reason he wanted to come back to visit her, Blaire could say she was slightly surprised. Eyebrows raised, she expected herself to fight back and say no, but she was dying to know more about her client. Blaire smiled with tight lips and said, “Well…I normally like to keep my relationships with my clients strictly between us and their animals, but seeing as you came all the way here, I suppose a bit of coffee wouldn’t hurt. It would probably do me some good, seeing as I woke up pretty early in the morning.” She didn’t mention how she wanted to get home at a reasonable time so she could go running, because she didn’t want him to feel rushed. She started to walk toward the door in her normal fashion when the appointment was over. “My last appointment is at four fifteen this afternoon. But, where would you like to meet?” asked Blaire, wondering where he would want to go.
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Post by BEVAN KRIS GRAY on Aug 2, 2011 20:02:32 GMT -6
TIS TONIGHT THAT THE WORLD HAS BEEN TURNING WHILE I HAVE BEEN STUCK HERE WITHERING AWAY Can't Stop Now, Keane
Bevan simply smiled along with her as she spoke about her horses; though she seemed convinced otherwise, he was 100% certain that he would not get along quite well with Mellow the horse. He knew that he would eventually have to admit his fear of horses; but she seemed so excited about it, and to spend time with him! "I would love to spend the time with you," he said, though he really should have said something along the lines of I would love to spend the time photographing your horses because that would be what the get-together would be about. It would be like a business meeting, really; just another job he was getting paid to do. If this did become reality, would he truly accept the money? "No need to pay me, Miss Leigh. A favor between friends," Though he really wanted to avoid the use of the word "friend" because that could be very dangerous around women. Most of his past relationships he had ended up in the friend zone - probably due to the fact that he was simply too good of a friend to be anything more. He was a good listener and didn't talk too much, which allowed for his female companion to control most of the conversation - a fact that most of the women he had been in company with enjoyed. They would go off and find much more sexier, romantic blokes to date; and he would turn into the shoulder to cry on when the relationship took a wrong turn.
But not this time. Her response wasn't as enthusiastic as he had imagined it in his head; but the way that he had imagined things to turn out was much too fantastical for any woman to fulfill. Not even Selia had thrown herself into his arms on their first meeting. "Well, I know this great cafe I stop by in every morning after running: Melrose & Morgan. It's a small place in London, but they're coffee is delicious. I know the family that owns it quite well." He lifted his arm and glanced down at his watch; the clock read 2:00. His appointment was officially over. And he had succeeded!
"Well, I'll return Neap home and leave you to your work. Would you like me to drive back and pick you up? Or shall we meet in London?" He almost said something about inviting her to his apartment, but he did not want her to get the wrong idea, and think this entire endeavor was just for getting her in his bed. Not that that would be an unenjoyable experience... But he needed to stop thinking along those lines or he was sure a blush would begin to flush his cheeks.
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Post by kiwi » on Aug 2, 2011 21:07:40 GMT -6
"I'll meet you in London. I think I know where you're talking about," said Blaire, nodding with a smile. She slowly opened the door, and waved goodbye. She shut the door, and leaned back. Was that the right decision? She asked herself.
lawls. some post. i just want them to have a date. |D
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