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[Mar. 26th, 2008|09:00 pm] |
Who: Diana, Benjamin (possibly Jack if he feels so incline to pop up at some point)
Where: National Mall
When: Late afternoon
The weather had finally decided to turn springlike, for which Diana was grateful since she spent so much of her day outside or on a bus traversing the city, standing up and speaking into a microphone about all the lovely sights and historical trivia she had memorized ages ago. So what if sometimes she changed things up a bit and gave the not-so-historical trivia she had learned, most of these people would never know the difference and the juiciest stories were the ones that you couldn't fully corroborate anyway. Plus it got boring if she said the exact same things the exact same way every single time. For her and for her repeat customers.
Not that she got many of those and she saw so many people in a day it was unlikely she'd remember them if she did unless they stood out in some way. And this one? He stood out. He was adorable. So she made a point of going up to him after everyone had finally filed off the bus, "am I just that amazing or do you really like tour buses?"
Of course, she asked this with her cutest and you love me! smiles. |
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[Mar. 18th, 2008|11:56 am] |
Who: Diana and anyone
Where: The Fire & Ice in Union Station
When: Tuesday at lunchtime
Diana had decided to have lunch that day down in the food court at the station. Once done wolfing down her food, she'd gone a-wandering, killing time before she had to run back down to the Mall for her next tour. Though why anybody wanted a tour on a chilly, overcast day, Diana had no idea. She found her steps slowing and coming to a stop in front of one of the shops. The window display held a myriad of shiny objects to catch the eye but it was one in particular that held her gaze. It was a stunning amber necklace that tugged at something in her memory. Reminded her of...what? The sensation was disconcerting, like she was seeing the necklace there in the case and on someone's neck at the same time, images overlaid. Or she was seeing it as if from two different perspectives, two people looking at the same thing.
She swayed on her feet, shaking her head, that didn't make sense at all. |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2008|09:11 am] |
Who: Diana and somebody?
Where: Snap Crepes in Georgetown
When: Friday afternoon
The ice and freezing rain of the day had canceled any tours Diana was going to be giving for the afternoon and she wasn't scheduled for the coffeeshop that day so Diana had taken the opportunity to convince one of her tour coworkers to drive her out to Georgetown and drop her off at one of her favorite little restaurants. The place was in a converted townhouse and it was tiny though there was nice garden seating out back when the weather was good. Otherwise, there were a few small tables inside and...that was about it. Still, in the middle of the afternoon, she was the only person in there besides those working so she ordered herself some hot tea and a sweet crepe. Nutella and bananas, yay.
While she waited on her food, though, her cellphone rang. Half expecting it to be Jack, Diana didn't bother to look at the caller id and was greeted to the sound of her mother's voice instead. "Hi, Mom. You know I'm usually working at this time, right?" she asked in a I love you but why are you calling me right now exactly? tone.
"What? No! No I wasn't fired!" she rolled her eyes and sighed. "Tours got canceled because of the weather... No, no I'm not freezing my buns off outside. I'm actually inside, getting crepes." She paused. "You know, that little place in Georgetown I took you to that one time? Yeah, it is pretty cool." Diana tapped her foot, eventually her mother would get to the point. Of course, at the moment, that was taking a long time and her tea had arrived so Diana switched on the autopilot and started making I'm listening noises into the phone while she poured herself a cup and added lots of sugar.
Then she came up short. "Wait. Is that what this is about?" Now she was choking down a laugh. "Mom. He's my roommate. I'm not dating him. We're not engaged. We're never going to be engaged. No, I'm not moving in with him because I'm pregnant. He's already got a kid anyway. No, he didn't run out on the kid! Yes, he's a good father, but that doesn't make a difference to me. Mom. Mom. Mom!" Her mother wasn't listening and Diana could see her crepes coming. "Mom, I'm hanging up now, I'll call you later," when you've passed this momentary insanity, "Mom, I love you but I'm really hanging up now. Byyyyeee!" Then she shut the phone with a click just as the server set down her crepes. She smiled up at the server as she turned her phone off with a relish. "Thanks! They look fabulous." |
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[Feb. 6th, 2008|08:56 pm] |
WHO: Star, OPEN
WHEN: Feb 8
WHERE: 9:30 Club
Star was restless, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It wasn't necessarily a good thing either, though, especially not when she had meant to be with a client tonight and was a little grateful that he turned out to be to ill to go out. She thought briefly about calling David, and then in a spur of rebellion decided to strike out on her own and see what she found.
She and David... were complicated. And she wasn't sure what they were, but the last few months had seen them grow closer than she had thought they ever could, before. Perhaps it was the approaching Hallmark holiday (she refused to even think the name in context with him) that did it. That made her wonder just what was going on between them. And, oh god. With Valentine's Day came awkwardness and, possibly this year, stalkers. A stalker. One who she really didn't want to face and yet knew she would have to, again and again, until something dreadful happened.
God. Maybe she should just stay home and lock the door. The thought made her stare down into her drink rather than at the handsome-looking young man who had been trying to get her attention. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|05:54 pm] |
Sitting the cafe, Jack peeked out the window again, inwardly shivering against the cold that the warm building was blocking out. It just looked cold outside. Sighing he lifted his wine glass and took a sip of it before turning back to Diana and smiling. It was one of those rare moments when they were on a not!date. He was paying, because the new job secured a nice pay check...
"You should just move in," he said finally, shaking his head softly. "I mean, we have the room, and you wouldn't have to sleep on a couch anymore." Tucker and he could share a room...or he and Diana. He wouldn't mind...
He really wouldn't mind. "But only if you wanted." |
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