Post by olesya on Mar 7, 2008 15:08:57 GMT -8
"Not a problem." Olesya replied to his thanks, sitting back down on her seat. Her legs rose, crossing indian style, her hands resting on her ankles. He looked comfortable enough but she could see the pain in his eyes. Well, it was expected, he was quite bandaged up, but it was saddening to see someone in a compromising position and not be able to do anything to make it better for them.
Her head tilted to the side a fraction when he asked about her, hazel eyes sparkling. She liked when people asked about her, and learning about others. So many people today were so busy and consumed in themselves that they don't care to learn about other people.
"Well, my name's Olesya, as you know. But it's Russian, from my mother's side. My father's Scottish, or something. I have three siblings, two older and one younger. My older sister Melody looks like my mother, blonde, petite, elegant. My brother Darien and Gabrielle, my little sister, and I all looked like my dad with our auburn hair. We live in the converted firehouse down on main street, I don't know if you've see it before. It's a cafe and florist now. That's how I get the flowers to take around here, my mom's a florist. And my dad climbs mountains."
She kind of felt like she was rambling, so she paused, trying to think of something else to say.
"I'm pretty into music. I play bass guitar, and I met this kid named Stu and we're starting a band. Do you like music?"
Her head tilted to the side a fraction when he asked about her, hazel eyes sparkling. She liked when people asked about her, and learning about others. So many people today were so busy and consumed in themselves that they don't care to learn about other people.
"Well, my name's Olesya, as you know. But it's Russian, from my mother's side. My father's Scottish, or something. I have three siblings, two older and one younger. My older sister Melody looks like my mother, blonde, petite, elegant. My brother Darien and Gabrielle, my little sister, and I all looked like my dad with our auburn hair. We live in the converted firehouse down on main street, I don't know if you've see it before. It's a cafe and florist now. That's how I get the flowers to take around here, my mom's a florist. And my dad climbs mountains."
She kind of felt like she was rambling, so she paused, trying to think of something else to say.
"I'm pretty into music. I play bass guitar, and I met this kid named Stu and we're starting a band. Do you like music?"