The Perfect Afternoon//OPEN

[hunter]

Hunter sighed deeply; taking in a deep breathe of the salty air as she sat outside of the small cafe. Chinatown was, truly, the best place to find a good cup of tea on a chilly day like this. She shook her head, some of the spirals swinging from under her grey fedora. The hat was one of her favourites. Grey pinstripe with a black silk ribbon around and a diamond studded heart pin sitting just off the side. Absently, she slipped a hair band from her purse, leaning against her foot, and pushed her thick chocolate locks into a low tail; letting it fall over her shoulder.

She smiled sweetly at the petite old woman who set the tea tray on her small table for two. She thanked the woman in almost perfect Chinese, with a slight bow, before the woman left and she turned her own attention to the task at hand. Hunter poured the tea into the china cup sitting on the saucer and let it breathe for a moment. While she took that time, she pulled out a new script that was delivered to her door just that morning. At first glance, the writing was good. Ingenius, even. It was smart, witty, full of sexual innudenos. It seemed perfect for Hunter.

Hunter shook her head again. This wasn't the time to get into business. She was sitting in Chinatown, with the best cup of tea waiting to pass her full, lightly painted lips. Tossing the script onto the table, she lifted the fragile cup to her lips and took that first taste of refreshing herbs and spices. This quant little shop had the best Chai Tea in the Bay Area. At least, that was Hunter's opinion. And one she shared often enough. The only thing that could make this moment any better, would be if someone joined her. Unfortunately, not many of her friends frequented the bustling streets of Chinatown.

[NATHANIEL 'NATE' GREY]

Nate opened his eyes lazily as he looked at his alarm clock to see it was four in the afternoon "Such a drag" Nate said as he got out of his bed and went to his bathroom and picked up his phone as he rang a number "Hi, I am wondering if my clothes are done and ready to be picked up... yes I know they where ready earlier but I have only just woken up and I am still half asleep and I have the worst hang over I have had in ages... I will be over in about half an hour to collect them" Nate said as he hanged up his phone and brushed his teeth.

Nate walked over to his wardrobe as he wondered what he is going to wear. Nate pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a blue jacket that he hanged on his shoulders. Nate walked over to his bed side table as he picked up his keys and wallet and then left to collect his clothes. When he arrive he paid the till person the money and then picked up his clothes and walked into the changing room and changed into his clothes of a black, double-breasted suit with tie and long-sleeved, orange buttoned shirts, with pinstripes.

Nate walked out of the shop and passed a Cafe when he saw Hunter who he has spoken to on instant messaging so he walked in and ordered a Hot Chocolate. Nate picked up the Hot Chocolate and walked over to the table that Hunter was at and sat down in the other chair "So are you reading anything interesting" Nate said as he took a sip of his Hot Chocolate and gave a small smirk at Hunter wondering if she recognized who he was or not.

[hunter]

Hunter picked up the script as she set the cup once again on the saucer. It was as good a time as any with no one around to read through it completely. She sighed, leaning over to reach into her bag and grabbed her glasses case and switched her over sized sunglasses with her prescription CHANEL frames. Absently, she grabbed the purple highlighter from a pocket in her bag and leaned back, her left leg swinging casually as it perched across her right. Mentally, she turned inward, forgetting everything around her except the script and the tea, which she casually picked up again to sip from.

The script was good. So good in fact, that she completely forgot about the fragile china cup resting in her hands, or the music that was wafting through her earbuds. Absently, she tried to scratch at an itch near her ankle but her thick grey, wool pants and black ankle boots were difficult barriers to get through. She gave up, instead twisting her ankle this way and that to dull the ache from the itch. She sighed. She couldn't keep her eyes off the script it was riveting, a true hidden gem. She shook her head, deciding it was time to put the script back down. The script had come with a note, asking her to be the lead female role in the Teen Romantic Comedy. And, she wanted the part. Without thinking, she grabbed the notebook she carried with her and the pen and wrote a quickk note to herself to get in touch with the director, and the casting director, to put her name on the bill.

She tossed the script, folded back to the page she was on, on the table. The page littered with scribbled notes in purple highlighter she probably wouldn't be able to read later, when she got home. She capped the highlighter, tossed it on the script and leaned back again. This time cup free. She was pulling the hem of the splashy emerald green silk camisole she was wearing underneath her grey wool suit jacket as a voice interrupted her thoughts. She glanced up, slipping her glasses off as she went. A sweet smile lightened her features. she glanced over at the script idly and laughed. "Just a script. What's up, Nate?" she asked. She hadn't even heard him sit down. Ask and you shall receive, apparently... she'd wanted someone to talk to and that was exactly what she got.

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[NATHANIEL 'NATE' GREY]

Nate looked around as he was bored in the cafe since he was only with Hunter who he hardly knew. But he was hoping that he would get to know her way better over time "So what kind of script are you reading" Nate said as he tucked his hands into his pockets of his jacket not really sure what to do. Nate looked down at his Hot Chocolate then looked over at Hunter's tea seeing that she hasn't had that much of her drink.

"If you are to busy to be drinking your tea because you are reading your script. I have a suggestion for you, why don't you stop reading the script that you have been reading up until now and why don't you keep me company, and I would like you to give me the chance to buy you a drink so we can chat and get to know each other some more as all we where doing when we where writing to each other on instant messaging was the two of us flirting with each other" Nate said with a slight flirtation in his voice.

OOC: are they outside the cafe or inside the cafe

[hunter]

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Hunny shook her head, laughing softly. "The script is a Teenage Romantic Comedy. I look sixteen to the casting director thought I would be a good cast member... And my agent agreed, naturally." Of course her agent would agree. Her agent agreed to anything and everything as long as it got her clients work; which, considering she did a pretty good job at what her agent did, Hunny couldn't complain too much. At least she'd never gotten some job that would go against her morals. She may have been up for pretty much anything but she did have morals and she believed in them.

She glanced at her cup of Chai, now cold and sighed. She should have finished that before she’d gotten too into the script, now it was ice cold and Chai tea, no matter how delish it was, just couldn’t taste good cold. So, Nate’s offer came at an opportune time. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on the edge of the table. ”Well, that sounds like a great idea to me. Seeing as how my tea is now, officially ice,” she said, laughing softly, lifting her hand to fiddle with a chocolate coloured curl. ”I drink Chai tea. Thank you,” she said, smiling sweetly.

Hunny sat back in her chair, nodding. ”Pathological Flirt. That’s me.” She shrugged, her smile mischievous, ”What can I say? I’m also spontaneous, optimistic and creative. But that’s neither here nor there.” She smirked, resting her chin on her clasped hands. ”What about you? Any other traits beside flirtatious?’

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word count :;: lost count somewhere ‘round the middle
tags :;: Nate
muse :;: was pretty good
music :;: Various Marianas Trench songs
notes :;: outside
clothing :;: emerald silk cami under wool blazer and wool pant. Fedora and boots
credits :;: A ROCKET TO THE ELLE @ caution 2.0 steal and she will take her rocket and stuff it in your... mouth. Yes, your mouth. =D Do not remove any credit, including the image at the end. Lyrics belong to Escape the Fate.

[NATHANIEL 'NATE' GREY]

"Well I guess I will be right back with your drink then" Nate said as he stood up and walked to the counter "I will have a Chai tea and another of the drink that I originally ordered" Nate said as he pulled out smoking paper as he opened up a cigarette carefully and put all of the inside into the smoking paper, Nate stuck his left hand into his pocket as he pulled out a filter and stuck it on the end and then rolled the smoking paper up and licked the side so it was sticky.

Nate smiled at the till clerk as he handed the money over to her and took the drinks and walked back to the table and handed Hunter her drink "Here is your drink, so why don't you leave the script for a while so the two of us can know each other more" Nate said flirting with her. Nate sat there thinking about what other things he did besides flirting. Nate put the rolley that he had made inside and stuck it in his mouth and lit it.

"Well besides me being a big flirt I guess the other things that I do is my job what is a bounce, I work out in the gym every other day to stay in shape, I am a smoker but I will not smoke around you if you do not want me to smoke, and my biggest quality would be that I enjoy getting into fights. So is there anything interesting you see in me" Nate said.