Fancy meeting you here *Marcus*

[celeste lauren miura]

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The day was clear, the air was crisp, absolutely perfect weather to go outside. Celeste had been patiently waiting to get out of classes all afternoon, knowing that yes, these were things she needed to learn and kept locked up in her vault of things to know how to do, but she could get so distracted by other things sometimes. She didn’t have ADD or anything, there were just those days where you felt like doing anything BUT sitting in a classroom or going through an obstacle course to learn and test your skills. It was almost as bad as when summer came and the warm weather and promise of break from school filled students heads to the point there was no room for knowledge. If Celeste was getting restless this early in the year, she was going to have to work hard to stay focused. But maybe that was the problem. She had been cooped up in the school since the night of the welcome dinner, doing her homework, practicing, working out, and hanging out with some of her classmates. But none of those thing included actually leaving Waverly. She was so used to having social freedom, even taking a plane somewhere for a little vacation. She had been excited when she had heard this school was in America, there was so much to do here. But she hadn’t had an opportunity to do anything once she had left. So she figured that she would put her homework on hold for the weekend [it was Friday, after all], get out and do a little something to ease the stress. To give her some “me time”. She had plenty of time to herself sometimes, but perhaps she was just having a bad bout of cabin fever. Though it was castle fever, honestly. While video games and vending machines might have held some other students over, it wasn’t working all that well for her. She needed to go somewhere, do something. So she decided today that was what she would do.

After her last class, Celeste moved to her room, putting her things on her desk and moving to change. If she was going to take a short holiday into town, she didn’t want to look like just any old school girl. She was a girly girl, she couldn’t help it. Depending on what she wore or how she did her make up, she could add a few years on her face or take a few years away. Today she wanted to look just a little bit hotter than just another girl from Waverly Academy. Don’t get her wrong, most all of them were gorgeous, but she was a try hard sometimes. She moved through her closet, pulling out a purple sweater and some white jeans, slipping them on and placing some black studs into her ears, pulling on a black butterfly necklace. The price of her outfit with all the pieces together would probably be someone’s entire paycheck, but she liked to wear designer when she could. Not for the label or anything – she was drawn to them more. She had an appreciation for the people who knew how to make good clothes. After those were on, she slipped on her black boots, pulling her hair back lightly and letting it fall down her back, brushing it out and grabbing her bag. She was all set to go. She moved out into the hall, down the stairs and stopped to sign out. Not like if she left without doing it that the school wouldn’t be able to find her. But she wasn’t feeling as rebellious as some of the other students who used their time out as a chance to go to the clubs and get completely wasted…sneaking out without school consent. She’d probably get there when signing out became a chore, but she was fine with it for now. She made her way out, walking the way into town. It took a while, and she hadn’t exactly worn the right shoes, but like any classy lady said: If they aren’t hurting, they aren’t working. Celeste smiled to herself, heading into a shop to look around. Her fun was about to begin.

Celeste spent most of her time browsing the stores in town. A lot of them were cute little shops, though there were some big stores, like clothing stores. The town had some other campuses around, they knew they had to have enough so they had things to keep students entertained. After a long while of trying things on and finding little trinkets to put on her window sill in her dorm room, Celeste decided that it was time for a break, heading back out into the fall air and towards town square, looking around and spotting an ice cream place. Was it too late in the year for ice cream? She moved closer to read the sign. Oh, they weren’t open for much longer anyway. She walked around a bit, rubbing her arms. She should’ve brought a better jacket, her sweater wasn’t doing her that much good. Though there was still a warm hint to the air, that was nice. Thinking about it, Celeste knew just what she needed. She walked into a little café, ordering a hot chocolate. Too early in the year for that? Pft, it was never too early. She took her cup, thanking the guy who gave it to her before making her way out to the fountain, sitting and deciding to rest her feet. Even if her boots were fashionable…and working…she needed to sit down. Sipping on the hot chocolately goodness, it had completely slipped her mind that there could be other people around from Waverly, out the same day she was. She peopled watched for a bit. That was always interesting, looking to people’s bags if they had them to see what they might’ve gotten. Or what person went where. She took out her phone, looking at the time. She’d been out for a while. She sighed slowly, putting her phone back, looking back at the fountain still on behind her. It was pretty out here. It was a lot better than being cooped up in a dorm room playing K-pop all day. That was mainly to slightly annoy her roommate, whom she loved. They had hit it off rather well. Celeste began to get lost in thought, sipping her cocoa and zoning out.

[marcus anthony peters]

Marcus had barely gotten comfortable in bed after a trip to the bathroom when his alarm went off loudly. It was only Thursday and still, the week felt as thought it was never going to end. A groan rose loudly from his roommate who rolled over and glared across the room at Marcus. "I freaking hate your alarm..." he said, the irritation clearly spread across his face. Marcus smirked but inside, he felt the same way. Slamming his hand down on top of it, the alarm quickly shut up and his sighed, getting comfortable yet again. Mornings had never been his friends. Since he was younger, he had always been one to stay up late and get up late as well. He loved the night time and enjoyed watching a movie until at least midnight, but when it came to getting up later, that was when he began to hate life in general. Pulling his off his body slowly, he climbed out of bed groggily and yawned, letting his eyes adjust to the light as he stumbled to the bathroom yet again, stripping down, he turned on the hot water in the shower and climbed in slowly, sighing at the feel of warmth on his skin. "Can't you ever shut the door while you are showering?" his roommate called from out in the room and Marcus smirked. "No, but you will get used to it. Besides, it will teach you to be comfortable with your sexuality.." he said and his roommate laughed out loud.

Finishing his shower took him only a few minutes but then came the tiring part. He picked out his clothes for the day the night before but he had already changed his mind. Sighing, he went into the closet to search through his things and find something to wear. Besides, he could tell by the look of things outside that it would be a very cold day. Tossing a few things together, he smiled to himself when he had it all ready and he pulled the clothing on before doing his hair in its usual messy yet attractive style. Glancing in the mirror, he felt happy with his appearance before he walked away to get his things for class. "You know, you take longer to get ready than any girl I know..." his roommate joked and Marcus rolled his eyes. "Oh, and you are any better? Besides, in the amount of time it takes me to get dressed, you barely have gotten out of bed." he said, staring at his friend who clearly was not planning on getting up anytime soon. With a light laugh, his roommate rolled over again, falling back asleep shortly after. Picking up his things. Marcus reset his alarm to wake his friend up in about ten minutes before smirking and leaving the room. He was going to get it later.

The train ride into town had only taken a few minutes but it had felt more like an eternity. With his hands tucked deep into his jacket pocket, he made his way out of the station and towards the center of town. He planned to stop by the library, get a few books and maybe get a bit of coffee on the way back. The library was only about a ten minute walk, and finding the book he had been looking for had proven to be a lot easier than planned. Carefully grabbing it, he headed to the front before checking it out. The lady barely paid him mind as she scanned the book, the telephone practically plastered to her ear as she spoke to someone on a very private phone call. He waited patiently, glancing around before seeing a girl pass by the window. He moved over to get a better look at her and as he realized just who she was, a smile spread on his lips. He waited a few more seconds for his book but as soon as the lady had set it on the counter, it was gone along with his as he made his way outside quickly. He hurried down the sidewalk, getting lost within a sea of people that exited a restaurant and he sighed to himself, looking around. She was gone. Deciding to just go ahead and get the coffee, he turned and walked into a small cafe. He ordered his usual Caramel Machiatto with a shot of espresso before sitting at a small table and waiting for his order. Minutes passed before he was handed his hot beverage and just as he turned to exit, the same girl he had seen earlier caught his attention. She was sitting out near the fountain the town courtyard and he smiled a little, standing and heading outside. Approaching slowly, he kept his voice low and soft before speaking. "Haven't I seen you around somewhere? You look familiar."

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[celeste lauren miura]

Today was one of those days where it made Celeste almost anticipate the cold weather. So many things happened in the winter months, and so many things were only done IN the winter months. In the fall, you got food like donuts, apple cider, pumpkin pie, turkey…thanksgiving in general. And of course, who could forget things like Halloween, hayrides, pumpkin patches, apple orchards. Most of these things were things that Celeste had only heard about. In Japan, they didn’t really have holidays in the fall. No Thanksgiving, that was an American holiday. They didn’t really have Japan. Celeste was excited, thinking she would actually be able to dress up and take place in extra holidays during the cold months. And then, once the weather turned even colder, you got into Christmas. Santa Clause, Christmas songs, hot cocoa, presents, beautiful lit up trees. She would try to make every American tradition her tradition this year. She didn’t think she’d be going home over break, if they even got one. Would Waverly students have to spend their holidays at the school? Probably some – the ones light her, who were from overseas. Either way, it seemed like coming to America had opened so many new doors for her…as far as having fun went, anyway. There were some things she missed, but they would be home to welcome her when she went back. For now, she was relishing in the unfamiliar. An adventure was all she really wanted. That was probably why she always pestered her parents to take her to places like Milan and Paris, for such small things as shopping sprees. Her father could afford it, he had the air mileage. It wasn’t like she was asking them something they couldn’t in their wildest dreams provide for her. The girl wasn’t that selfish – even if she was an only child, which did get lonely. But Celeste didn’t want to be sheltered inside with no view on the world and no cultural experiences. America and Waverly…this…spy school…was her biggest adventure yet.

Moving to cross her legs at the knee, Celeste cuddled down into her sweater, holding her cocoa with both hands, close to her face. At home it would’ve been her sitting by a fire, cuddled in a blanket, and sipping on hot tea. Tea was good for the skin, that’s what her Obaasan would say. Her grandmother, as Americans called it. She loved her Grandmother, but the woman was so stuck in her old ways. But that was one thing to be said for Japan. They lived on their traditions. That was something that Celeste hadn’t really inherited…that way of thinking. It was good for some things, like home remedies and how to treat people, but times changed fast. Everything was fast paced and blossoming. Well…at least in places like New York and L.A. As of right now, sitting by herself in town square, people watching and keeping to herself…Rhode Island seemed just as docile as the oldest parts of Japan. It was almost sad. Celeste moved a strand of hair behind her shoulder, taking another sip and taking her phone out to check the time before feeling eyes on her. She glanced up, looking around but she didn’t see anyone around. She shrugged to herself, putting her phone back in her bag and taking another slow sip, feeling the warmth go down her throat, smiling to herself and closing her eyes for one moment before blinking them open, only to see a man in front of her. She blinked, looking at him with wide eyes. He had almost startled her…not really in a bad way. Just with the fact that one, he was very handsome. And two…he was talking to her? She had to rethink what it was that he had said. His voice was soft…he seemed to know how to approach people. Celeste smiled slowly, trying to think to see if she had seen him anywhere. Honest to goodness, she didn’t think she had. She would’ve remembered. That really stunk, now she had to apologize. Unless he recognized her from Waverly, but she wasn’t sure she was allowed to ask if he went there. Ah, details, details.

”I’m sorry but I don’t think so…I would’ve remembered if I had seen you. Maybe I look familiar to you…do you go to school around here? I do…”

[/color] She tilted her head curiously, moving to put her drink down, holding her hand out lightly. ”Maybe a name would help. I’m Celeste Miura…I’m a student at Waverly? And you are?”[/color] Her voice was friendly, light and cheerful. Sometimes it was hard for a girl like her…she could come off as hot and cute at the same time. What was perfection was finding an exact median. She waited for the boy’s introduction before slowly patting the spot beside her, looking up at him. ”Would you like to join me? There’s plenty of room…”[/color] She picked up her drink, looking him over a bit. Maybe he was in her class and she just hadn’t been paying attention. She zoned out sometimes, it wasn’t a very good habit. Keeping the smile on her face, she asked lightly, ”I see you went to the café as well. Isn’t it darling? Very convenient. What did you get?”[/color] Oops, she was asking questions again. Her father had used to tell her that would make her come off like a cat…too curious and nosy for her own good. Curiosity killed the cat, you know. But she couldn’t help it. She had had to bite her tongue too many times back home. Here in Rhode Island, she would be more liberal.[/size][/blockquote]

[marcus anthony peters]

The sight of town square was enough o make anyone stop and stare. The fountain itself was amazing, add the buildings and walkways, and it became almost perfect. Rhode Island had its beauty, that was for sure. But to Marcus, nothing could truly compare to home. Dallas had been his home for a long time. He had grown up in the country, born and raised on the farm and he missed it dearly. He knew that he would never be fully used to this place but there was some use in trying to be. The ocean something he had yet to see up close. When he had arrived, he had learned that the ocean was around the corner but with classes and such, he still hadn't had the ability to go. He planned to take the trip eventually, just so he could understand what it was that everyone told him he was missing out on. Was it really what everyone had spoke of? He couldn't even imagine the size to be honest, it all seemed to be too much for one mind to comprehend. He only hoped that the chance would arise soon, and that he could find out for himself the magic of this beautiful state.

Staring down at her, he instantly felt ridiculous for having not introduced himself before hand. "I apologize. I'm Marcus Peters. I am a senior at Waverly and I have seen you around a few times here and there but I have never actually talked to you I don't think... he admitted, still feeling completely ridiculous. What kind of person introduced themselves without explaining first? Hopefully, he hadn't made too much of a fool of himself before he paused and took a seat, smiling. "Thank you. He followed her gaze over towards the cafe as she spoke, grinning and taking a sip of his coffee before nodding. "Yeah, that place is great. I usually get their Caramel Machiatto's but I plan to try their Vanilla Bean Frappe one of these days..." he said before looking to her hands slowly and noticing her drink. "What about you? What are you drinking?" he asked softly, taking yet anther sip from his cup.

The girl was gorgeous to say the least. Her hair, her eyes, everything about her captured your attention. His eyes caught hers for only a moment before he looked away, not wanting to be too forward with his gaze. He hadn't understood why he had never gotten the courage to speak to her. He had seen her around a few times here and there, and yes, he had watched her to see if she would notice him but she hadn't. He hadn't expected her to either. It was not that he was bad looking, he knew he wasn't. But a girl like that never went for guys like him and he assumed she was the same way. Yet now, sitting next to her, he could tell that she was very friendly. Most people would have just shaken their heads and excused him from their presence. He was impressed with her kindness but he could tell by her looks she was giving him that she was a little curious as to who he was. Finally, someone interested in somebody else besides themselves. She had to be one of the few that actually cared to get to know him. Normally, he gave off the look of a badass, someone who was interested in breaking all the rules but he had never really been that way. If anything, he helped enforce them. Looking from her to his coffee and then back again, he waited for her to reply, attempting to warm his hands on his cup.

[celeste lauren miura]

Celeste never liked to brag about how many places she had been, but compared to some other people, she had been to quite a few. Not as many as she would like – she had once told her father if he would ever let her, she’d get a job as a flight attendant so her feet would touch the soil…at least the tarmac…of many foreign places. He had told her that with her education, she would be much more than a flight attendant, and he had better never hear any news that she was. It was something she liked to hold over his head when he wouldn’t let her go on trips with him. He was a “business man” [at least, that was what Celeste had always been told], and his business trips took him to all the exciting places. He had even been to Cuba, and as far as Celeste knew, no one was really allowed into Cuba. Celeste was jealous of all the things he got to do, all the places he got to see. She would beg before every trip – mostly when she was younger – to go with him, always saying she’d try to fit in his suitcase. She used to hide his plane ticket until he promised to either buy her something where he was going or let her come visit if it was a long stay. She rarely got to visit, if ever, but that just meant that instead of asking for presents on her birthdays [since she got enough from his trips], she’d just ask for a flight to somewhere she’d never been instead. That had worked for a while, winning her a trip to Paris on her sixteenth birthday, which had been only almost a year ago. She had been able to see the sights, stay at a nice hotel, go on a shopping spree with money she had saved up and her grandmother had given her on her birthday. She liked to think that it wasn’t really manipulation to get what she wanted…more like…she was persuading them to see her side of things. But it was things like that that had made her passport grow rather extensive…but even with all the places she had gone, she had never really found a place that had called to her, in a way. No place she’d rather call home. America, though…it was close. Though she still had a lot of it to see.

Smiling as he almost seemed embarrassed, Celeste just shook her head lightly, ”Oh no, that’s fine…”

[/color] She laughed softly, shaking his hand and listening as he said his name. His hands seemed strong…at least that was what she had gotten from the slight touch of them. She hadn’t let her hand linger too long, that could make things awkward pretty fast. ”Lovely to meet you, Marcus.”[/color] Her brows raised lightly in surprise. So he DID go to Waverly. Well, that explained some things. ”I’m a Senior as well…so we have some classes together then or…were these just glimpses around the building?”[/color] She giggled slightly, moving her hand over her mouth a bit so she didn’t come across as rude. She didn’t know why the boy wouldn’t talk to her if he wanted to, she didn’t bite. ”If you wanted to speak to me, you should’ve gone right ahead. I wouldn’t have been mean or anything, and normally I have plenty of time. I think if I had known you sooner, I could’ve just come to town with you instead of meeting up here like this.”[/color] Celeste seemed almost amused, but her voice was sincere. As he sat next to her, his body heat made it so she wasn’t as chilly. She was thankful for that. ”No trouble at all…you’re welcome.”[/color] She smiled, friendly. First impressions were important, yes, but being anyone other than herself never crossed Celeste’s mind, any time, any day. She was happy with who she was, and if someone ever had a problem with that, she tried to pay them no mind. One thing her grandmother taught her – no use paying attention to people who didn’t know you, they just took up your precious time. Celeste had yet to really find someone she butted heads with at this school, but she supposed it could happen. She was just glad it hadn’t happened with her roommate or any of the people she managed to make friends with. That would be dreadful.

Laughing a bit, Celeste nodded, ”This is the first time I’ve ever been there, but I think I’ll be returning soon. Everything you’re listing off sounds very good, though I’m not really a big fan of coffee. Maybe I should be.”[/color] He was making her thirsty for coffee, and she didn’t like it. That was something, right there. Or maybe she was going to give it a go, see if she liked it again. She had only discovered her dislike of coffee at a young age, she might like it now. Anything could happen. She blushed lightly, looking at him honestly. ”Hot cocoa. It just sounded very good. So that’s what you have now? A Caramel Macchiato?”[/color] He hadn’t really cleared that up. ”Both warm you up, so that’s good.”[/color] She laughed, shivering a bit to herself. She should’ve been smarter to bring her jacket. Oh well, she would be fine once she went back to Waverly. While she spoke to him, she kept eye contact. Some people found that rather unnerving but she believed it was a way to let people know you were really listening. It didn’t even phase her as she met Marcus’s eyes. She simply smiled as he looked around. He seemed like a genuine, sensitive soul. But not at all in a bad way. Looking down to his hands, she glanced back up at him, seeming almost a little worried. ”Are you chilly? If you want to, we can head back inside, find a booth or something. I’m sure it would be warmer. If you want to, that is. I’d love to keep talking to you…”[/color] She smiled, tilting her head a bit to see if he would join her if she decided to go back in. Maybe asking him another question would keep the conversation going whether he told her no or not. ”So Marcus, where are you from? And how did you find Waverly? Just let me know if my questions seem like too much at any time, and I’ll stop them…”[/color] Her blush came back, looking down a bit, tapping her toes together slightly, before looking up at him again, waiting for his reply.[/size][/blockquote]

[marcus anthony peters]

Marcus' smile grew slightly as he watched her sip her drink. He was actually surprised himself that he hadn't spoken to her sooner. Most of the time, people saw him to be a ladies man. He had the money, the popularity, and the ability to get women, but he didn't really ask for any of it. It came with being his father's son and somethings, that could get old. His entire life had revolved around being someone he wasn't. Being someone that could and would be somebody great and powerful but he hadn't really told his father the truth; that it was not his dream. Taking on the family business was something that he was not up to doing. He just wanted to blend in and be one of the other students but of course, he would never be. Silently, he lifted his drink to his mouth, taking a small sip of his drink before looking back to her to answer her questions. "Well, to be honest, I would have spoken to you but like I said, I never really saw you much. Besides, with all the work I do, I barely have time to stop and chat with people usually. I just tested out of a couple classes this last week so all that should change though thankfully." He paused, taking another sip before looking to the ground. "But yeah, I promise you that I was not just watching you and not saying anything. Although I would have liked to know you sooner.." he said softly. Looking back to her, he hoped that his honesty hadn't been too straight forward.

Realizing that he hadn't truly answered her question, he apologized lightly and laughed. "I probably should have answered that better. Yeah, I have the Caramel Macchiato. It is really good, my favorite probably. But like I said, I am planning on trying something new sometimes. I enjoy a cup of coffee every once and a while but I have decided to slow down on my coffee intake lately. Keeps me from sleeping well at night." he said, taking another sip. He listened to her speak again before nodding, letting her know that going inside would be much better. He walked with her towards the cafe, his eyes on the ground as he listened to her ask him more questions. It was nice to have someone actually interested in what he had to say. Normally, small talk wouldn't be something he did but today, he felt like that could change a bit, especially if it meant getting to know this girl better. "Well, I am from Dallas Texas but I ended up moving to Boston when I was about eight because my dad had to relocate for work. Um, but as far as how I got to Waverly, my dad attended his Junior and Senior year and he just wanted me to continue on the family name here. What about you Celeste? Same questions." He looked up at her slowly again, catching her eyes as they reached the Cafe. Opening the door for her, he followed her inside and let her lead him to a booth before taking a seat and waiting for her to reply.

[celeste lauren miura]

People could really surprise you – Celeste had figured this out. Her roommate, Adeline, had surprised her with being interested in Kpop even if they lived on opposite sides of the world. Not that people couldn’t be interested in foreign music, it had just surprised her. It was like her new friend had been able to connect to a piece of home for Celeste. Another person who surprised her had been her teacher. He spoke seventeen languages, and he could sing. People never really thought of teachers or spies being much else than…well…teachers and spies. Sometimes it never occurred to their pupils they had lives outside of school or spying. Of course, you never really figured these things out unless you brought it up or thought to ask. Or accidently overheard, which had happened to Celeste in this case. It made her wonder what kind of people she really went to school with. What were their background stories like? Where were they from? What did they like? If people took the time to get to know one another, they’d probably find some unlikely friends. Celeste never really liked to base a judgment of someone off of their appearance – it wasn’t fair, and it could be misconstrued. She liked to give everyone a fair chance, and let them decide how much about them they wanted her to know. It was like unwrapping a gift or putting together a puzzle, only it was a person. The fact that some people found Celeste weird because she actually liked taking her time with making friends just let Celeste know that they didn’t have enough patience for her. And it let her know she didn’t have to waste her time on them. With Marcus, it didn’t matter what he looked like – Celeste was vying for time to spend with him so he could tell her things himself. She wanted to learn more about him, wanted to see if he wanted to get to know her. The fact that he had stopped to talk to her this time compared to the previous just meant that today was introduction time. He could be whoever he wanted around her – it was just up to him to let her know.

Blushing slightly, Celeste nodded, ”Right…it’s…I got it wrong before, I said something wrong. I’m not a Senior, I’m a Junior. Sorry, I got my years a little mixed up. That’s probably why we don’t have…TOO many classes together…at least one, right? Am I right? Do you know how many we have together? Normally I would know, but the weather changing has kind of drawn my attention away from…well, honestly, everything.”

[/color] She wasn’t ADD or anything, but it was like kids in class when the spring was becoming summer and the classes were too long and boring because all you wanted to do was go outside and have fun. It was like that for Celeste because she liked the cooler weather; it put her in the mood to do so many things. Fall and winter were her favorite seasons – well, okay, all of the season were her favorite for different reasons, and maybe classes just bored her all the time. But she could use the changing temperature as her excuse for now. Because she really did feel bad for not directly recognizing him. Her brows raised a bit, ”Work? You have extra work than just homework? What classes did you test out of? You must be pretty brilliant to be able to do that…”[/color] Her voice filled with slight wonder. ”So you’ve given yourself more…social time, like electives or…in place of electives? And you’re just taking the classes you really need?”[/color] She took a slight breath, breaking up her questions. Wow, she really was like a cat today. Curiosity, curiosity. She could’ve been hired to be an interrogator if she really wanted to be. But she wouldn’t ever want her questions to be used against someone. That’s not how she played things. That would just cause unneeded drama. She smiled a bit at him, ”That’s alright…I don’t think I would have been worried even if you had been. I know how it is to want to talk to someone and never really getting the chance to…”[/color] She trailed as he finished his sentence, blushing slowly out of impulse. Well, that was new. She wasn’t a very frequent blusher. He was talented at getting a little color into her cheeks, at least. Interesting.

Honestly, if some people weren’t so nitpicky about sharing drinks, Celeste would’ve just suggested them trying each others’ drinks. It just seemed like something cute to do, but it seemed like both of them were worried about being too forward with each other. That proved to be a problem. ”Oh, like the caffeine? Yea, I can understand that. Did you know there are people who can drink a lot of caffeinated drinks and still go to sleep just fine? I wish I was one of them, I would have a nice warm cup of tea before bed, I would probably sleep better…”[/color] She shook her head before Marcus was standing, Celeste smiling and standing with him, heading into the café with him, thanking him as he held open the door. Such a gentleman. She loved being treated. Sitting in a booth in the corner, right by the window, she moved to the seat across from him, crossing her feet at the ankles, putting her cup on the table, slipping some loose strands of hair behind her ear, listening to him, making little verbal observations, ”Dallas, wow…that’s kind of far. Boston, really? Is it nice there? I’ve heard it’s gorgeous in the winter months, but that’s just hearsay.”[/color] Her eyes widened. ”Your father went there? So…”[/color] Celeste’s voice lowered so only he could hear her, ”Espionage runs in your family?”[/color] She blinked a bit as he turned the tables on her. ”Which…questions?”[/color] She laughed. She had asked so many. She had to think back to what she had said. ”Alright…where I’m from. I’m from Japan. That…doesn’t really narrow it down, I know.”[/color] She smiled a bit guiltily, ”I’m from Okinawa, to be more exact. An how I found Waverly…was…”[/color] She shrugged her shoulders lightly. ”I received a letter from them. I don’t know how they found me…or why they thought I would be a good pick for the school, but I came anyway…I just know my father didn’t want me to come, so I insisted I had to.”[/color] She giggled a bit, resting her chin in her palm lightly, looking him over a bit. ”Tell me something else about yourself. Or you can ask me a question…I’m open to anything.”[/color] Celeste smiled to encourage him.[/size][/blockquote]