When the moon hits the sky.... {Trevor

[Exie Yates]

Starved. The girl was absolutely positively starved. Why? Well. There were about twenty thousand reasons for her to be stressed, and stressed always lead to eating insane amounts of food for the brunette. First off, her horoscope was absolutely horrific that day. A black cat had walked off with her luck, she dropped her pocket mirror and shattered it that day when doing her make up, and things just kept getting worse and worse. Crud. She also had an essay due pretty soon too.

She was jumping at every little thing now, and it was driving her insane. Not only that, but her hands were still shaking slightly thanks to her unhealthy caffeine addiction. She finally found a place that sounded perfect. The smell alone was enough to make her stomach grumble in it's insistence that she stop and eat there. Toying with her bracelets, she waited in line and gawked at the menu as she tried to put together something that sounded absolutely delicious.

Oh. My. Goodness.

"Excuse me, sir? I'll take a large veggies lovers please, with pesto." She shook her head with a wide grin on her face. "No sir, I'm not expecting anybody else. But thank you for asking." She paid and sat down, waiting for her pizza so that she could eat her way back to bliss. A full belly was very good for Exie Yates, and she promptly dug into the pizza when it got to her table, before she knew it she was over half way through and on her third refill for her drink, oh. Make that fourth. She got up and walked over to get another, and promptly tripped over a mat on the carpet, cup flying and her shoe left a foot away. "Good one Hazard..." She said with a bit of a sigh, hoping there wasn't anybody from school around to see her blunder.

[Trevor Tabassi]

[ooc: i love how you picked trevor's favorite food, lol. he loves pizza.]

It was unusual to ever see Trevor out in a restaurant. Usually, he cooked his own food, and I don't mean nuking T.V. dinners in the microwave. He could be considered somewhat of a chef, and he appreciated home cooked meals. His parents, meaning his mom and step-dad, had always been big on that. They always liked the family to be together during meals, with the television turned off and everyone keeping up a good, healthy family conversation. Typically, that was the only family time they ever had, with his dad being gone for work a lot and his mom being somewhat of an introvert, but it was enough. Recently, though, he hadn't seen his family. The last time he saw them was for Christmas last year, when he got a flight back to London to see them. And he hadn't seen them since. He kept in contact, though; mostly through Facebook but he called his little siblings all the time to see how they were doing, and if he had to beat anyone up for them. His little sisters were getting older and were going to start dating soon, if they hadn't already. God help him when his little sisters get their hearts broken, he'll go wild. And his little brother, well, he was nine so there wasn't much he had to worry about with him.

But anyway, Trevor was out in a restaurant because he heard they had really good pizza, and he loved pizza. He wasn't planning on staying long, though. Trevor had ordered the pizza over the phone, waited twenty minutes, and then drove out here (the car was an early birthday present from his wealthy birth father) to pick it up. When he asked for his pizza the guy behind the counter said it wasn't ready yet because the new guy burned it, so they had to put another one in. So instead of driving all the way back to his dorm and wasting gas just to come back out again, he took a seat in the restaurant area. It was an awkward five minutes waiting there by himself, before something peaked his interest. Or rather, someone.

A girl nearby his table tripped and fell face flat on the floor while her drink went flying in one direction and her shoe in the other. Some people laughed, some people stared, but nobody got up to help her. Trevor wasn't one to stand out from the crowd. He followed it. He didn't want to be the one who helped her. Then he realized that he vaguely recognized her; maybe she was someone from school. With a sigh, he got up from his seat and awkwardly shifted his way over to her. "Are you, uh, okay?" He asked. Then he picked up the glass that had flew from her hand. He offered his other hand to help her up if she wanted to take it. "This isn't so bad. Once I was playing football-- er, soccer, and I tripped and fell on a teammate, who fell on another teammate, and another... It was like dominoes." Trevor offered a small smile. In all honesty, that had never happened to him, but if it made her feel better, what did it matter?

[Exie Yates]

Yup. It was official, this was just not her day. Rubbing her knee as she slipped her shoe back on, she sighed and pretended like her cheeks weren't on fire from people laughing. Of course people would have to see and laugh. Recovering, she was just moving to pick herself up when a very familiar face popped up. And queue the return of the blush! Of course. Of course somebody she knew would be the one to pick her up and... Wait. She definitely knew this guy.

Lovely.

Nodding, she was still rather embarrassed, "Sì, sto bene," Crud. "I mean... Yeah, I'm good. Just a bad case of bad luck." She said with a bit of a laugh as she ran her hand through her hair, attempting to recover. The Italian wasn't helping her out, shewas mentally cursing herself for slipping back into it. Tripping wasn't that embarrassing after all, but this guy was cute. Again she cursed her father for not allowing her to see guys outside of school and sports.

Oh? OH! That was how she knew him. The brunette just chuckled as she took his hand, "I do hope that your coordination has improved... I don't take well to losing," Then she shocked even herself as she tossed a wink in at the end. Since when did she wink? Since never. Moving forward. "I... I think we're at school together. And I've been on the soccer team for a couple years now." And she was in love with it. She thought it was strange that she had never heard anybody teasing about the fall... Maybe it was before he started at Hammel?

Brushing off her clothes she grinned and stuck out her hand for him, "Exie Yates, did...are you waiting for anything? My table's still open." Polite to offer. And she was looking forward to moving out from the middle of everything.