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[Dustin Cambridge]

Well it all wasn't exactly what it sounded like. Angelina wanted to give it another go with Dustin, maybe a chance to get to know each other a little better; how could he say no. Suggesting a personal favorite place of his own, it was a rather casual little Italian place in the village with good food and great company.

Dustin had arrived early to make sure that she wouldn't be left waiting for him. He'd sat down in his seat, a table he'd reserved that had the best view of the busy cultured streets. He found himself fixing his hair, brushing some pieces out of his face and such. Dustin blushed Was he really this nervous? He took a deep breath and pushed the sleeves of his buttoned up shirt a bit more. His mind wandered at the possibility of her not showing, leading him to hurry and chug some water.

[Angelina Valentino Templer]

Even though naturally, Angelina was one of those people that liked to dress up and look prim and proper anywhere she went; in recent days since she had been acquainted and got to known Dusty better she had become more casual. Instead of her hair in an uptight bun, it was in loose waves along her shoulder, and despite being twenty seven; she looked several years younger with her near perfect complection and a flawless British accent. That wasn't saying she was flawless, because she certainly was not no Mary Sue.

Tonight she had dressed in the usual black trencoat, but underneath was an elaborate designed shirt that she had recieved as a gift on one of her recent birthdays from a friend who now lived in Paris. It was designer brand, but obviously that wasn't what she typically wore. It shimmered in the glow of the lights as she slid out of her trenchcoat and hung it up on a rack as she entered the restaurant, her black pants matching nicely with the stilletos and shirt.

She talked to one of the waiters, who pointed her in the direction of where she found Dustin to be sitting. Angie's grin resurfaced as she took a seat across from him. "Hey, you."

[Dustin Cambridge]

Dustin pulled the now empty glass of water from his lips when he saw Angelina from across the restaurant; the shimmer from her shirt catching his eye. He founded himself grinning from ear to ear, quickly popping out of his seat to give her a hug. "Hey," He looked down at her once the friendly hug ended, he missed holding her, "You look amazing." Dustin now had his hands stuffed into his pockets and his cheeks slightly tinted pink just being with her after their last engagement.

[Angelina Valentino Templer]

"Thank you," Angelina replied politely, before adding a little bit of how her stressful day had been. Thankfully, it was the end of the day, and she had nothing else to have to worry about for a couple days. Soon, it would be break for the students as well as her. Apparently I do. I had to assist the Principal in giving reason to suspend a student in my classroom as he attempted to grope me, it wasn't a pretty picture," she murmured, but her smile quickly transfigured into a wide grin. She blushed a bit at the way that he quickly hugged hre, uncertainly returning the gesture that she still was somehow unaccustomed to with a smile before seating himself across from him and glancing down at the menu. "How was your day?" She began casually, that unmistakenable accent clear in her voice.

[Dustin Cambridge]

He chuckled lightly after her little murmured comment about what had happened that day. Dustin sat back down across from her, noting to himself how beautiful she looked under candlelight. "My day," He thought to what he'd accomplished thus far, "Uh..nothing really, work over at the bookstore. Stocking and such." He smiled, handing her a menu. "Uh, but I did do a little writing...song writing, nothing substantially, just working on ideas." Dustin blushed, surprising himself for just letting the all blurt out.

[Autumn Skye Vista]

Angelina was shy, and rather modest about her appearance most of the time, but she was well aware that she was glowing lately. Perhaps it was the fact that she met someone that she genuinely wanted to impress, be with, and that was Dusty; perhaps that was it - no, she was certain it was. She smiled as she took in his appearance, grinning politely, and ordering herself a tea. "I'm a Brit, remember," she laughed, shrugging her shoulders earnestly, trying to lighten up the mood. "Writing, oh really?" She asked, quite intrigued, being a Lit professor she had always been intrigued with reading both her own and students' writings as well as authors the like of Plato, Shakespeare, and Christopher Marlow.

[Dustin Cambridge]

Dustin looked down, remembering his glass was empty. His eyes returned to Angelina. "Um, well...yeah. I write my own lyrics." That was one thing Dustin was proud of. While he fumbled with his words when he was speaking, it all seemed to stop when it was accompanied to a melody and he had a guitar. "That is," He stated with a smart little smirk, "When I'm not doing David Bowie covers." He chuckled lightly at the joke, but it bared a lot of truth too. During his earlier days Dustin was paid more to do covers than to play his own music, but things have been looking up for him now and interest in his own work was generating.

[Angelina Valentino Templer]

"You're giving me even more of a reason to force you to sing to me," she told him with a nervous, and somewhat discreet, but genuine laugh. "Oh, I saw him in concert once. Half the girls were there to get a glimpse of his bisexual ass, and whatnot, but I was there to listen to his music. He's certainly not terrible, though not anything compared to the Cure and Beatles' musical geniuses, in my view," Angelina smiled uncertainly. Seeeing as she was from London, it was natural to hold some bias in contrast for liking British bands over the mainstream populace that made up the American ones for the most part. She respected bands that chose to stay on unpopular labels or merged with anoter less known one, she loved to find obscure bands that hadn't broken through the mainstream yet.

Within a matter of minutes, the food had arrived, and thankfully the trays hadn't been spilt on neither of them and they had managed to escape unscarred. She began to dig into her spaghetti, carefully and mannerly of course, twisting her fork through the pasta and wrapping it around her utensil before sliding it into her mouth and chewing discreetly with her mouth closed. Her eyes, however, remained to be intact on Dustin's; smiling with every movement he made.

[Dustin Cambridge]

Dustin blushed timidly at her little joke. He often loved to preform, but something about doing so for Angelina intimidated him. She was smart and witty and had an impeccable taste in music. Perhaps it was the thought of him not being up to par with what she thought of as musical geniuses. He wanted nothing less than to impress her of course, he was a guy after all.

He grinned as his plate of pizza came down infront of him. Yes, leave it to Dustin to order pepperoni pizza. He ate happily, the cheese extra stringy making it a bit messy, but he didn't seem to mind. His wide eyes peered up from his pizza and caught Angelina, he gave a 'cheesy' smile, swallowing his mouthful.

[Angelina Valentino Templer]

"You're rather peculiarly quiet, though I suppose that not to be an abnormity coming from someone as yourself who knows to value seclusion and the pace so expertly," she commented with elegance, which seemed to despite what she would say a lot of times, be pronounced with every syllable she uttered. Perhaps it was the way that her accent tone was so refined, the way that words seemed to spill so easily and expertly from her mouth; with every intention of making a statement.

She picked up another forkful of spaghetti, slipping it into her mouth before deciding to try something. "I'm going to experiment here," she grinned nervously, placing her utentsil down on the napkin besides her before using her fingers to pull out a particularly large noodle from the midst; sticking one in end her mouth and offering the other end to Dustin. Sorta resembling the Lady and the Tramp movie, you were never to old or mature for Disney movies.

[Dustin Cambridge]

Dustin blushed, sipping his soda a bit. "I guess I get kind of shy when I get to go on a date with such a pretty girl." He grinned, then noticing the offering of an end of a noodle. He took it graciously and with a smile slipped it into his mouth. He had to hand it to her, she was certainly very creative and romantic as well. Dustin began to pull in the end of the noodle, which then drew him closer to Angelina.

[Angelina Valentino Templer]

Angelina had seen a lot of romantic movies and read a few classics and romantic novels every now and then, though she had picked up on some things, she had never thought that any of those ideas or romantic aspects would really play into effect for her at any later date. She had herself convinced that she was already past her prime in her mid twenties, and that nobody would be drawn in by her other than for clear lust and appreciation for her breasts. That was definitely one of those insecurities she had, she didn't want lust anymore, she was looking for something more and even as early a stage as it was - she was pretty sure that she had found it with the person in front of her, eating at the moment.

She blushed herself, a bit of color fleeting in either of her now crimson cheeks, but her jawline still quite defined as ever. "Somebody's good at playing the complimentary gentlemen this evening, quaintly enough," she replied simply, though beaming at the compliment, unsure of how to take it as a decent compliment or an excuse to create conversation. Again with the paranoia.

The brunette young woman smiled as he seemed to be lured in positively as he caught onto eventually what she had been thinking, and took the other end of the noodle in his mouth and sucked on it enough until they were borderline lip on lip. Though she had to admit that the kiss was quite cute once the noodle was eaten, and if it weren't for the fact she had to breathe, she wouldn't have pulled away.

[Dustin Cambridge]

Dustin hurried along as quickly as he could to get to the kiss at the end, he could be rather impatient from time to time. He grinned as he first got contact with her lips at the end of the noddle. He too, attempted to hang onto it as long as possible before his lungs began to be for air. Relaxing back into his seat after the kiss ended, he took in a deep breath which also signified his satisfaction. "I don't think I'm too much of a gentlemen." He teased, slowly moving his hand across the table so it touched hers.

[Angelina Valentino Templer]

Angelina seemed to be just as satisfied as Dustin seemed to be as they finally pulled away from the gentle, and affectionate kiss nevertheless; moving her hand so that she was lightly holding onto his hand across the table. It was remarkable how fast she could realize that she held such feelings for somebody, and genuinely mean them all at the same. "I don't think you're too much of one, I think you're the perfect and agreeable sort," she whispered softly, smilingly. Of course she knew that everyone had their imperfections. "How would Mr. Cambridge rate that kiss, anyways, out of curiosity?"

[Dustin Cambridge]

"Mmm..." He pretended to give it serious thought, lips pursed and eyes looking up at the ceiling. Dustin went on, mumbling numbers under his breath as well to give it real 'drama. "Ah, from a scale of one to ten." He reported, "I'd say about a 8." He gave it a moment or so before he proceeded with an explanation so he could to enjoy her reaction. "It was way to short and soon to end..." He finger gently traced over the palm of her hand, so lightly it was like a tickling feather.