Realistic or Modern Organized Crime

[Zemfro]

He smiled warmly, "Of course. Now, do you have work today? I can escort you there, if you so wish for me to follow you." he grins.

 

[No More Pretending]

"No," she murmured. "My Boss is on vacation and since I follow his hours, I'm on vacation, too." She let out a little laugh. "I still get paid though, since he is somehow always in contact with me. The man can't make any decisions without running them by me first, poor thing." She smiled at him. "I'll stop taking up your time. You probably want to get your produce home, right?"

 

[Zemfro]

"Yes thats true. I know this is early, but would you like to skip a few dates and come visit my house?" He picks up his bag and looks back at her, "Plus I need to return the clothes." he chuckled.

 

[No More Pretending]

"Only if you let me carry some of your groceries," she said. "That is non-negotiable."

 

[Zemfro]

"I...fine." he says as he hands over the bag. "Are you sure you can handle it? I mean I can carry it, its not a problem at all." he says as he watches her handle the bag. It felt like it was heavier than the bag from the day before.

 

[No More Pretending]

She smiled. It was heavy, but she wasn't struggling too much. "I can handle it!"

 

[Zemfro]

"I...you...o-okay. If you say so!" he laughs and walks out of the park with her. After a bit of walking the end up in front of a single story house. He opened the door and let her in. It was a pretty standard house except there was a lot of lemonade and water pitchers everywhere most looked fresh. After all there was still ice in most of them. "Here..." he takes the bag, "Please make yourself comfortable. Turn on the raido if you wish." he says as he goes to his kitchen.

 

[No More Pretending]

looked around, feeling bit bewildered at the amount of lemonade and water. She turned the radio on, deciding to ask about everything later. Her face brightened and she twirled a bit, humming along to the song and swaying gracefully to the notes. "Ah, music. Makes the soul lighter and the mind clear... What kind of music do you like, Antonio?"

 

[Zemfro]

"Anything that's on. Especially Jazz. Sweet lord I love jazz." he calls back out from the kitchen. "I uh...I'm sure you've noticed the lemonade and water, please have some if you'd like. Each one is made every morning."

 

[No More Pretending]

"I hope I don't sound rude, but why so much?" she asked, walking into the kitchen so she didn't have to speak over the music.

 

[Zemfro]

He stood up after putting away the milk glasses and just looked at her, "Well...I just really like lemonade. Its delicious." he laughs, "I understand that it'd be better if there was another reason behind it but...there isn't. I just really like lemonade." he chuckled as he folded up the bag and put it under his sink.

 

[No More Pretending]

She giggled. "I'll keep that in mind, then." She took his hand in hers. "Now, the important question. Do you dance, Antonio?"

 

[Zemfro]

He looked at her hand then back at her and grinned, quickly spinning her then dipping her, "Born to dance." he smirks at her then raises her back up to dance with her in the kitchen.

 

[No More Pretending]

She laughed at this, her hair twirling gracefully around her head like a beautiful storm. "You just get better every minute, don't you?" she asked him, her coral lips pulling back over her teeth in one of her bonnie, lopsided smiles. Her feet moved her with him in time with the music and in time with him.

 

[Zemfro]

Antonio shook his head, "No. I'm just treating a girl like she should be treated. A princess." He chuckles, his fingers intertwining with hers. "Maybe we don't have to go for a date. We can just meet here." he jokes.

 

[No More Pretending]

"Oh, I'm far from a princess," she responded with a laugh. "I prefer simple, spontaneous things like this to big, fancy dates. Those should be reserved for very special occasions." She laid her head on his shoulder as the song went to a slower one. "What is your ideal time out with a girl?"

 

[Zemfro]

"My ideal time out...hmmm. Well... I'd have to say its changed. Before it was, take girl to park, get to know her more, then take her to dinner. But now?"

"But now?" He reasts his head on hers, "Probably this." He sighs happily, enjoying the sweet embrace of her company.

 

[No More Pretending]

She blushed. "How many girls have you danced with like this?" She joked, her fingers looping under the lapel of his jacket.

 

[Zemfro]

"Not a lot honestly. Most of the time I dance to ragtime, but," he looks down at her, "It feels great to take it slow." He chuckled lightly. His eyes darting back and forth between her eyes and her lips.

 

[No More Pretending]

She blushed. "Well, you're impressive nonetheless. I bet you have a girl on every street that thinks you're all hotsy-totsy." She smiled a bit. "You're too charming not to..."

 

[Zemfro]

He laughed, "No...I just have you. And to be perfectly honest." he lifts her head up and caresses her cheek, "I couldn't ask for anything better." he says with a smile

 

[No More Pretending]

She smiled and let out airily sweet laugh, she leaned her cheek into his palm. She looked up at him, finally leaning forward and pecking his lips,

 

[Zemfro]

He smiled and gave her a small kiss back, "So...call me crazy...but..." he kisses her again, "I think we're a thing now." he laughs and dips her in the process.

 

[No More Pretending]

She laughed along with him. "You're certifiable, but I think so as well."

 

[Zemfro]

He picks her back up and looks her in the eyes, "I'm so glad that bag ripped yesterday." He says softly. "So...mind saving me a seat this Friday?" he says giving her quick kisses in between sentences.