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#e2b985 || Outfit || City Hall
#e2b985 || Outfit || City Hall
Mahin's svelte digits roamed the food menu word by word. Much like the eccentricities of the items being offered for auction, the food seemed rather simple. Some things required a well-cultured tongue to pronounce, but there was also care to offer the staples of what was considered an "All-American" meal; red meat, salads, and whatever else could be cooked up in a town such as this one. None of it had a price tag, of course, and the waiters only required that their guest name their desired food and beverage.
She tilted her head from side to side whilst perusing the menu, a slight hum softly emanating from her throat. Shortly before she was treated by, possibly the tallest man she'd ever seen in her life, she waved a waiter down. Mahin's smile was bright enough to make anyone return the gesture, "I'm feeling a bit like red meat. I'll take the sirloin, but very well done. Brocolli and mashed potatoes on the side," It was as generic a meal as one can get, but she's hungrier than ever. The hotel offered surprisingly good food, but then again - she shouldn't have expected less than the best hospitality from a small town.
"To drink, Ma'am?" The waiter inquired, and she tapped a finger a few times against her jawline in thought."Any kind of sweet wine you have." After the waiter's departure, seconds later came the behemoth of a man that would come into the picture. And boy - did he really tower her. Who would have thought that nearly a whole foot difference could be so... drastic.
Mahin had to tilt her head up and back at him, considering that she'd otherwise get a perfectly good look at his broad shoulder or even his chest. Not that she would mind. Would any woman? She blinked because his lips had moved, which meant he said something. Of course, like so many times, his words did make it to her ears; albeit a few seconds later. Or maybe she had heard him all along. She wasn't so sure.
"Sorry to bother you, but you're that famous author, right?... Hassud?" This piqued her interest because, while she was used to women noticing her, most men couldn't care less. She didn't fault them for that, either. She believed American Feminism has really tainted men's perspective of what the same thing looked like in different countries. "Didn't think I'd run into someone famous here."
She narrowed her right eye with faux and overly dramatic accusation, "You're one of those weirdos that watches my YouTube and leaves naughty comments, aren't you?" The way her posture seemed - lax and casual - coupled with the clear tone of her voice, is evidence enough of a really dumb jest. She couldn't help herself, as she had been taken aback by his sudden presence. Unless he had been there for a hot minute and she just didn't notice. Either way, her thoughts were just coming out of her mouth and that was not always a good thing.
She juts a thumb toward the waiter coming their way with her drink in tow, "Going to order? I just got food myself, and I was thinking of grabbing a table." As soon as she realized that he would probably like her first name, and cursed herself internally for abandoning basic manners. "You can call me Mahin, though," She stuck a hand out for him to take and then plucked the wine glass from the incoming tray.
During the introductory phase of their meeting, she spared a moment to visually shop for an empty table. It was evident that she likely asked him to join her by proxy of her own words, so she began to walk in that direction after Roman placed his own order.
"It's nice to be recognized. Didn't think my books reached towns like these," she confessed with a light chuckle, a couple of fingers pushing back a few strands of stray hair behind an ear.
Eventually, they'd make it to a table, but along the way, she often stopped to look at this or that. This whole event was so funky. Eclectic would probably be a friendlier and still very appropriate term. "This place has the weirdest things for auction I have ever seen. Did anything catch your interest?" She pulled a chair out for herself and sat, as she often liked to do things herself. At the same time, she did appreciate a chivalrous man. Believe it or not.
It didn't take very long for the pair to receive their food and the rest of the beverages. She ordered a glass of ice water to go along with it.
Mahin wasted no time digging into her meal. She loved to eat, and it showed a bit as she didn't fit the average slim women that seemed to occupy the town. Once upon a time, she used to be malnourished and sickly, so she'll take the opportunity to indulge over starvation any day of the week.
She did give Roman the bulk of her attention, but she was also curious about whatever else was going on. Conversations were lost in the din of the music and everything else, but she could pick up the nuances of body language. There was a group of women and two men hovering by one of the auction tables. Most of the women had donned pretty dresses or fancy pant-suits, and the men had a variety of fashion tastes. Everyone had their own distinct personality.
Her deep brown gaze touched Adrien for a moment. Handsome. Clearly rich. But something about him screamed at her to avoid at all costs. Ricardo - rich as well, but the same. Mahin did, in fact, notice the way he had treated Liesl. There was also the town's "Silver Fox", the resident Sheriff, and many others. Some characters were quite unusual, but she never liked to judge. So many nice-looking men all in one place. Women, too. It could only end in disaster.
Then there's Roman right in front of her - brawny, in a suit, nice hair, and just - there are not very many words. How many words in the thesaurus could also mean manly and handsome? Why are her thoughts on his looks? She blinked, not realizing that she had brought a very empty fork to her lips because the meat had fallen off seconds ago.
"You don't have a girlfriend, do you?" She blurted this out because she clearly had no problem in being honest. However, she could see how he'd misinterpret that because he's likely used to being asked that question all of the time for other reasons. "Asking just because you know my face, so you must have someone. And also, yes - I am also just wondering just because it's 2021 and I can." She shrugged at that, sawing off another piece of steak so she could stab it to death after impaling a chunk of broccoli.
She tilted her head from side to side whilst perusing the menu, a slight hum softly emanating from her throat. Shortly before she was treated by, possibly the tallest man she'd ever seen in her life, she waved a waiter down. Mahin's smile was bright enough to make anyone return the gesture, "I'm feeling a bit like red meat. I'll take the sirloin, but very well done. Brocolli and mashed potatoes on the side," It was as generic a meal as one can get, but she's hungrier than ever. The hotel offered surprisingly good food, but then again - she shouldn't have expected less than the best hospitality from a small town.
"To drink, Ma'am?" The waiter inquired, and she tapped a finger a few times against her jawline in thought."Any kind of sweet wine you have." After the waiter's departure, seconds later came the behemoth of a man that would come into the picture. And boy - did he really tower her. Who would have thought that nearly a whole foot difference could be so... drastic.
Mahin had to tilt her head up and back at him, considering that she'd otherwise get a perfectly good look at his broad shoulder or even his chest. Not that she would mind. Would any woman? She blinked because his lips had moved, which meant he said something. Of course, like so many times, his words did make it to her ears; albeit a few seconds later. Or maybe she had heard him all along. She wasn't so sure.
"Sorry to bother you, but you're that famous author, right?... Hassud?" This piqued her interest because, while she was used to women noticing her, most men couldn't care less. She didn't fault them for that, either. She believed American Feminism has really tainted men's perspective of what the same thing looked like in different countries. "Didn't think I'd run into someone famous here."
She narrowed her right eye with faux and overly dramatic accusation, "You're one of those weirdos that watches my YouTube and leaves naughty comments, aren't you?" The way her posture seemed - lax and casual - coupled with the clear tone of her voice, is evidence enough of a really dumb jest. She couldn't help herself, as she had been taken aback by his sudden presence. Unless he had been there for a hot minute and she just didn't notice. Either way, her thoughts were just coming out of her mouth and that was not always a good thing.
She juts a thumb toward the waiter coming their way with her drink in tow, "Going to order? I just got food myself, and I was thinking of grabbing a table." As soon as she realized that he would probably like her first name, and cursed herself internally for abandoning basic manners. "You can call me Mahin, though," She stuck a hand out for him to take and then plucked the wine glass from the incoming tray.
During the introductory phase of their meeting, she spared a moment to visually shop for an empty table. It was evident that she likely asked him to join her by proxy of her own words, so she began to walk in that direction after Roman placed his own order.
"It's nice to be recognized. Didn't think my books reached towns like these," she confessed with a light chuckle, a couple of fingers pushing back a few strands of stray hair behind an ear.
Eventually, they'd make it to a table, but along the way, she often stopped to look at this or that. This whole event was so funky. Eclectic would probably be a friendlier and still very appropriate term. "This place has the weirdest things for auction I have ever seen. Did anything catch your interest?" She pulled a chair out for herself and sat, as she often liked to do things herself. At the same time, she did appreciate a chivalrous man. Believe it or not.
It didn't take very long for the pair to receive their food and the rest of the beverages. She ordered a glass of ice water to go along with it.
Mahin wasted no time digging into her meal. She loved to eat, and it showed a bit as she didn't fit the average slim women that seemed to occupy the town. Once upon a time, she used to be malnourished and sickly, so she'll take the opportunity to indulge over starvation any day of the week.
She did give Roman the bulk of her attention, but she was also curious about whatever else was going on. Conversations were lost in the din of the music and everything else, but she could pick up the nuances of body language. There was a group of women and two men hovering by one of the auction tables. Most of the women had donned pretty dresses or fancy pant-suits, and the men had a variety of fashion tastes. Everyone had their own distinct personality.
Her deep brown gaze touched Adrien for a moment. Handsome. Clearly rich. But something about him screamed at her to avoid at all costs. Ricardo - rich as well, but the same. Mahin did, in fact, notice the way he had treated Liesl. There was also the town's "Silver Fox", the resident Sheriff, and many others. Some characters were quite unusual, but she never liked to judge. So many nice-looking men all in one place. Women, too. It could only end in disaster.
Then there's Roman right in front of her - brawny, in a suit, nice hair, and just - there are not very many words. How many words in the thesaurus could also mean manly and handsome? Why are her thoughts on his looks? She blinked, not realizing that she had brought a very empty fork to her lips because the meat had fallen off seconds ago.
"You don't have a girlfriend, do you?" She blurted this out because she clearly had no problem in being honest. However, she could see how he'd misinterpret that because he's likely used to being asked that question all of the time for other reasons. "Asking just because you know my face, so you must have someone. And also, yes - I am also just wondering just because it's 2021 and I can." She shrugged at that, sawing off another piece of steak so she could stab it to death after impaling a chunk of broccoli.