Week Eight: Friday Who: James and Open When: Afternoon Where: The Streets of the City
When he was in the common room, or anywhere where Natalia might see him, James did a good job of looking dejected, hurt, and all the other things that she knew would tear her heart out to see in him. The truth of the matter was, however, that he was fine. Sure, he wanted her back because she was his and no one else's, but he wasn't exactly in a hurry to get her back. He may as well enjoy himself in the meantime and, the longer he avoided her and didn't pursue her, the more upset she would be, and the more worried about him she would be. And eventually, he had faith that she would come to him willingly and give him what he wanted. He just had to be careful about what she saw.
But here, when he was safely away from her, walking about the city, exploring, as Cassandra had suggested, to see what they had, he seemed perfectly fine. The bruise on his cheek had healed perfectly well and he was just as handsome as ever in his designer jeans, black boots, and white button up that was left unbuttoned nearly a third of the way. He skipped the tie today, sleeves of the shirt rolled up and the bottom left untucked. His hair, of course, was perfectly styled, and he had just shaved right before leaving the dorm. His nails were freshly manicured, of course, perfect, clean and neat.
Most of the women that he passed turned to take a second look, a few even letting out sounds of appreciation for his handsome physique. There were even a few men that couldn't help but to stare, either envious of how good he looked or turned on by him their own selves. He didn't care to know which. He wasn't a cake boy, after all. He liked women and only women in spite of the fact that he had as much if not more taste in attire and appearance then the most flaming of gay men.
Pausing to check his profile in the window of a nearby shop, he adjusted his shades upon his nose. He was glad it was starting to warm up finally. He much preferred the heat of summer over the cold of winter, naturally. He gave his body a bit of a stretch before he proceeded, mostly just window shopping, nothing of interest having caught his attention just yet.