Them purdy nails [Carter]

[Karalie Heise]

Karalie waited a while in her car, touching herself up and making sure she looked alright.  She wondered if she should put her new sweater on, but decided against it.  She knew she looked nice in what she had on now, but she did go ahead and switch to the new boots because the heels were higher and they accentuated her calves which was always a good idea.  Plus it gave her an extra couple inches and being as she was on the shorter side, a few inches could do her well.

When she arrived at the coffeehouse she got out of the car, knowing full well that Carter wouldn't be there yet. It wasn't like her to be the first to enter, but she wasn't about to sit out in her car like a loser until she saw him.  No, she could sit inside and play on her phone while she waited.  If he showed, he showed, if not she could still play it off casually.  She sat at one of the tables, though she toyed with the idea of one of the more private booths in the back, but decided against it in case he couldn't find her.  They could move back there later.  Maybe.  Or not.. Just thinking about it made her giddy and simply smile to herself.

Once settled she pulled her phone out and shot him a quick text to let him know she'd arrived and would see him soon.  Now it was time to check her facebook.

[Carter Chevalier]

The drive back into Pilot Ridge was just as Carter had expected; thirty minutes. Traffic permitted him a relatively smooth ride, and it always helped to know the roads as well as he did by now. As he drove, the blonde didn't give a second thought to his appearance. He needn't waste the thought; he knew he looked good. Just as he knew every time he stepped out of the house. Some facts didn't need checking.

Fortune smiled again in the form of a decent parking space. A quick run of his hand to the side of his face and he knew his hair was equally perfect. Without a second thought, he got out of the car and made his way inside. Given the message she sent him, he knew she was waiting.

Still, as he walked in he offered a small nod and a light raise of his hand in the form of a wave to whoever was behind the counter. Sufficed to say, he went there often, and often left an impression.

But she was easy to find. A glance to those in the room and his eyes managed to land on her instantly. Without delay he stepped in her direction, wearing something of a warm smile for the simple fact that he'd seen her. "Did I keep you waiting long?" He asked when in ear shot.

[Karalie Heise]

She'd been sitting there long enough to feel self conscious, but not so long that she was afraid she'd been stood up.  Not yet.  She was convinced Carter was gentleman enough to let her know if he was running late.  She did her best not to look up at the door whenever someone walked in at the risk of looking pathetic like she was desperately waiting for someone, which she in fact was, but no one else needed to know that.  She had an image to uphold and she wasn't about to lower her standards again for anyone.  Lucas had managed to wiggle his way in and she'd again learned a sever lesson; standards were set for a reason.

The cool voice made chills run down her spine, the small hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end.  Her soft, dark eyes rose to meet his, the air around almost seeming to drop in temperature.  She'd almost forgot how attractive he was.  Almost.  

"Not terribly." She answered, slipping her phone into her purse before standing up.  Karalie nibbled the inside of her lip and offered a coy sort of smirk.  "Ya'll seem nice enough tuh wait uh tick for, anyway.  Didja have an easy ride?"

[Carter Chevalier]

Bright eyes briefly filtered across her form as she stood; a habit not so easily broken in the presence of someone Carter found himself attracted to. Truth be told, he found humour in the little ways she'd answer - how she'd play off an idea within her own amusement and drag a smile and a laugh out of his potentially stonewalled expression.

"No problems." He replied, shrugging the fact off with ease. A man of his word as it were, there was no way he'd ever have thought to stand her up. The drive was a simple chore and nothing more. Reaching back, he procured his wallet from his back pocket, passing it between his hands; "What can I get for you?"

[Karalie Heise]

This was how she expected to be treated. Some women might feel shame when a man pulls his wallet out, but not Karalie. She was from the deep south and had been taught from a young age how a lady ought to be treated. Though she had entered the twenty first century once coming north, there were certain things that naturally stuck with her, especially with the influence of her parents still. She would always want to be taken care, and she would always expect to. She would simply manage and deal if it weren't the case, as she'd done with Lucas, but there was no denying she was a shallow person, and she owned it.

"Just uh plain latte for me, thank you." She drawled sweetly offering a kind smile, and for a change it wasn't forced. She could get used to this.

[Carter Chevalier]

Carter was, thankfully, relatively skilled when it came to reading people. There were certain girls he knew that might threaten a slap to his face if he ever went for his wallet. It didn't matter if they knew he came from money or not, it was still a fact. But for him - or rather, a product of his upbringing - it was protocol. Regardless of if she considered this as something of a date or not, it was simply how things went unless protested against.

"Alright, give me a second." He replied, offering a definite smile before he stepped away. A few moments lingering by a counter, placing an order and paying for it, and he was taking steps back towards her.

Settling in the seat across from her, Carter leaned back in his seat. Bright eyes settled on her dark ones, evident interest and the usual curiosity, "So," He drawled, the corner of his mouth dragging back up, "American, right? Born and raised?" It was a fairly easy guess, but there were always unique circumstances with certain students from Hammel, himself included.

[Karalie Heise]

Karalie took another seat as Carter went to the counter and ordered their drinks.  She tried not to watch him as she crossed her legs at the table, waiting as patiently as possible for the boy to return.  She still couldn't believe she was having a random sort of date with this guy she'd quite literally run into the other day.

When he returned she grinned gently at him, sitting up straight and folding her hands on the table, taking him in.  He was the kind of person that woke up looking good.  She had to curl her hair and put on make-up, but Carter went to bed and woke up that dashing, she knew it.  "Is it obvious?" She teased back, the southern accent clear in all that she said.  It was probably her most defining characteristic.  "I was born an' raised in Mississippi.  Up here 'cause've school." She pointed out as if she needed to make it clear she wasn't there by choice, which was sort of true.  "An' yer frooom..?"

[Carter Chevalier]

Truth be told, it was obvious. But Carter Chevaliar spent far too little of his time caring for the country he was forced to live in. He had a home on the east coast he went to once a year, and that was enough for him.

He nodded once, knowing far too little about Mississippi, but the accent she wore really should have indicated him to that region. The corner of his mouth tugged to the notion that she seemed a little irked by the fact that she had to be here. Were it so, they'd have another thing in common.

"Paris," He replied simply. A broad option, really, but it was the easiest way to explain it, "But my parents also own property on the East Coast here. I think that's why I ended up at Hammel when I did." The slight touch of a growing frown indicated that yes, it was hardly a good experience. But an experience nonetheless. "Have you been there for long?"

[Karalie Heise]

Just the name of the city made her swoon.  Paris.  He was from PARIS! She had to stop herself from melting into a giant pool of idiot right then and there.  Was he really so perfect? It was like everything she had ever wanted in a guy all wrapped into this one sexy burrito, sitting across from her, having invited her out for coffee.  It was then she knew she was being rewarded for not caving on her morals.  Sometimes being virtuous was all it took to get what you wanted.

The way Carter frowned at being there to attend Hammel told her he really wasn't a fan of the north.  She wasn't either, though she was certain if he didn't care for it up there, he might not like the south much more.  It took a certain person to love where she was from.  

"Seven years."  She tried not to grumble it, though her voice was sour.  "Might end up goin' tuh university out here, too.  Still workin' on all that."  She smirked slightly, a sparkle in her eye.  "Might end up in one of yer classes." It was a tease, but deep down she hoped it was true.

[Carter Chevalier]

At the news that she'd been at the school for seven years, Carter found himself wearing obvious surprise. She'd been here for the same amount of years he and his brother had been, yet he'd never noticed her before. Then again, most of his earlier years were spent with people who were far more interested in physicality as opposed to really getting to know him.

"That's an exhausting amount of time for someone who's still stuck there." He replied, momentarily thinking to his brother who still was there. "Seven years in Vermont for me, too. What a shame we're only meeting now."

Few thought to stay for university if they didn't enjoy the place itself. He had to wonder what might keep her. "If not, we could always run into each other on campus. Evidently we're good at that." Carter replied, unable to keep the amused look off his face.

[Karalie Heise]

It was an exhausting amount of time.  She couldn't have described it any better herself, either.  It was too long to be up in the "progressive" state that was too cold for its own good.  She was surprised that he'd been there the same amount of time, and the way she raised her brows gave it away, though she immediately grinned a little when Carter mentioned it was a shame they'd only just met.  In a way she knew it was good she didn't meet him until now.  She'd been anti dating for quite some time out of fear of absorbing memories, but she was getting better at controlling it.  Plus, after Lucas, she could truly appreciate what was in front of her.  Carter didn't realize how very perfect their timing had been.

"At least we met." She reminded in a somewhat sultry voice, mildly flirting with the boy.  "Besides, as much as I love collidin' intuh handsome men an' fallin' intuh the snow, I'd rather th'next time I run intuh yah tuh be planned."  She hoped there would be a next time.

[Carter Chevalier]

It was impossible to deny the way in which she spoke to Carter. Flirtatious connotations lined every syllable passing her lips, and he couldn't stop the way his gaze dropped to the curve they took after she spoke. A lingering stare he couldn't quite drag away until he found the means to speak.

"I'm very willing for there to be a next time." He replied, as if she didn't know already. There were few people Carter would go to even a small length for. Drawing his back away from the chair, he leaned in slightly, pressing his forearm against the table, "If you'd like me to make that clearer, just tell me what I need to do." Proving himself to anyone felt a little strange, but in that particular moment he felt no definite strain for the fact.

[Karalie Heise]

If life were like a cartoon, little pink hearts would be fluttering from somewhere around Karalie's toes, popping as they flittered up to the ceiling.  He wanted to see here again! They'd barely even hung out and he was that interested that he was "very willing for there to be a next time".  She wanted to fall out of her chair, but Karalie had far more poise than that and simply grinned in response, acting as casually as she could muster despite the way her heart was flying around in her chest.  

"It certainly isn' necessary, but I'd be intuh'rested in what ways ya'll could make that more clear." She said coyly, wondering how far she could get him to go.  She liked being wooed off her feet, and Carter seemed to be a master so far.  He really didn't need to do a thing, he'd already won, but that didn't mean she wasn;t at least a little curious.  

[Carter Chevalier]

Temptation was an easy thing to get caught up in. Carter could take everything she said to heart and work accordingly, but there was something about the way she spoke that had him questioning the length in which he could take it. It was always a fine line to tread across, he knew. And this moment was no exception.

He was still new to dealing with her; there were still things to learn.

"That's the difficulty with putting a table between us," Carter pointed out, though his eyes never left hers despite how easy it would have been to look down. The corner of his mouth tugged at the threat of a frown; "You're too far away to kiss." Disappointment lined his tone, but he refused to rightly wear the negative expression on his features just yet.

[Karalie Heise]

When he pointed out the table between them she looked down at it before her dark eyes met his again.  He looked almost disappointed as he continued, her heart seizing when he mentioned a kiss.  Kiss!

Karalie had to find her breath, swallowing hard as the color sprouted in her cheeks and crept all the way to her ears.  She tried to keep her calm, knowing the heat meant he could see just how much his words affected her, but how could she keep her cool when he said that?  

"Fortunately, things like table's bein' in th'way are easily remedied."  She was surprised at the coy words leaving her mouth, all but inviting him to come closer to her.  Still, they were so public sitting there out in the open! She was still having a hard time believing this was even happening to her.  Why hadn't she chewed some gum before meeting with him?

"Besides, ya'll don' wanna kiss right here. Can't give uh proper kiss at uh coffee shop table."  Pretend like you don't want it! Pretend like it's not big deal! She reminded in her mind, feeling the heat still present in her cheeks as she gazed almost innocently at the boy across from her.  His lips probably tasted like mint..