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Maya Jones

She supressed a blush that creeped up her face as Drake took hold of her hand. The bad lighting of the brown hallways almost seemed heavenly. She giggled and bumped him back. "Er I'd like to see a comedy I guess," she smiled as they came closer to the elevator. She pressed the button to go down. "Where's the movie theater?" she asked with pure interest. She also wondered how much it cost for one movie. She planned to visit the place often since Maya had heard very good things about movies. Maya was enjoying Drake's company so much she forgot her uncomfortableness in her tight jeans and plain fitting shirt.

Garret McSean

Garret gave Zoey a smirk. "Hey, gorgerous," he said as he stepped into the girl's house. He looked around a bit. The house was nice but not his style. The livingroom had pictures around the tables and he spotted a few of Zoey in her younger years and family, he guess, littered around her. He smiled again to Zoey. He gentle dragged his eyes over her body from her skirt up to where his eyes settled on her eyes. "I hope it's okay that I park my bike up there," he pointed out the still open door to his black bike that just sat, all chilled like, on the side of the road.
"After dinner, you want to take a spin on it? Promise not to kill you," he joked lightly. He laughed and sniffed the air. "I'm a big fan to spagetti," he lied. "My mom used to cook it all the time." Another lie. He didn't know but he suddenly had a feeling to make Zoey believe he was normal. He stopped the lies abruptly and walked in farther into the house.