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ShadowStar369

The ford pulled into the parking lot once again. He had been here the day before, but decided on coming back because he hadn't rented a book like he had originally planned. Instead, he had left with a fox woman. Since the weather was increasing in ferocity, he had insisted that she stay the night but she ended up leaving anyways; just very late. Oliver hadn't liked the idea one bit. The gentleman in him had refused her every step of the way, but she was a tenacious one and he couldn't argue with her. Since she had insisted on leaving, he had insisted that she at least tell him she made it home safe. He was getting increasingly antsy when he still hadn't heard from her the next day. Parking in a free spot, the brunette took out his phone and nervously shook his knee as he looked to see if there was any indication that Vixen had made it home. There was nothing he could do about it because he didn't know where she lived, so even if every fiber was telling him to track her down, he couldn't.

Finally, Oliver climbed out of his truck, placed his hands against his lower back and stretched his back out. There was a loud pop, though it was inaudible through the showering rain. Almost the moment he stepped out of his truck, the older man was drenched in rain water. Hazel eyes scanned the nearly empty parking lot and saw spots flooded and impassable. Things were starting to get dangerous. If it weren't for his truck, he probably would have been stuck so many times in huge puddles. Or even worse! Placing a hand on his hat, he jogged up to the door; making sure to avoid as many puddles as possible. With his shoulder, Oliver casually pushed open the door and shook his coat free of as much water as he could.

Once he was finished trying to dry himself off, Oliver walked his way to the home section of the library. Sure, he had internet at home but with the crazy weather was causing his power to go in and out. He wanted a cookbook so that he didn't have to worry about cooking something with a recipe and lose it the moment his power went out. The only problem, he needed to find a good one. He wasn't a chef, he didn't know which ones were good or bad. He could follow a recipe and that was about it. What would he cook when he got home anyways? Well, given the current weather, maybe a nice, hearty stew! That did sound nice. It would be warm and filling, and hopefully taste good. The sound of his son mocking his cooking echoed in his mind and he grunted in annoyance, waving the voice away as he made his way down the aisle.

 

[ShadowStar369]

❝I don’t wαnt you to lovє mє bєcαuѕє I’m good for you, bєcαuѕє I ѕαy αnd do αll thє right thingѕ. Bєcαuѕє I αm єvєrything you hαvє bєєn lookíng for. I wαnt to bє thє onє thαt you didn’t ѕєє coming. Thє onє who gєtѕ undєr your ѕkin. Who mαkєѕ you unѕtєαdy. Who mαkєѕ you quєѕtion єvєrything you hαvє єvєr bєliєvєd αbout lovє. Who mαkєѕ you fєєl rєcklєѕѕ αnd out of control. Thє onє you αrє infuriαtingly αnd inєхplicαbly drαwn to.❞
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The heiress chuckled to herself as she turned away from the back window and seated herself properly, the memory of Maylin’s agitated form remaining with her for the entirety of the trip to the local library. The two of them had become bored, being cooped up inside 24/7 due to the bad weather, so she’d felt that some time apart and outside would do them both some good. Her hearty friend could burn off some of her seemingly endless supply of energy at the gym, while she could borrow a few good books to entertain herself with while Maylin played her games. Thankfully her assistant had already arranged for her library membership so she needn’t worry about that. As the luxury car pulled into the desolate parking lot beside the building, Emmaline searched her bag for the card and tucked it into her bra for safekeeping.

“Thank you, George. You can have the rest of the day off. I’ll get a taxi when I’m ready to leave so you should go home to your family.”

After a few minutes spent in warm discussion with her personal driver, she exited the car with her bag. George had insisted on escorting her indoors to ensure she kept dry and although she tried to protest, she was thankful for the brief company. The duo avoided puddles where they could and parted ways at the door. Thanks to his impeccable work ethic, she was perfectly dry, aside from her shoes. She would make sure his kindness was repaid in his monthly bonus. She took great care of those who worked for her, even if her family took advantage of their own workers. Emmaline waved him goodbye and continued on into the building, taking in all the new surroundings with wide eyes of wonder. It was a beautiful building, filled with rows upon rows of books. The only issue was where to start.. what was she in the mood to read?

“Maybe a good murder mystery? Romance?”

She murmured aloud to herself, wandering down random isles and tracing her fingertips along the delicate spines of well loved novels. Up ahead she saw a taller man who seemed to be searching for something. Which section were they in? Cooking? Ah, recipe books were so handy! She was still learning how to cook and quite enjoyed the mini kitchen adventures she had. Maylin was always a happy volunteer when it came to eating. Such an adorable glutton she was! The brunette smiled fondly at the thought of her closest friend and thought about cooking her something special for dinner later. Maybe something hot and sweet? To go with whatever movie they would watch together? Hmm..

“Excuse me, are you looking for cooking books? Because if so, I’d recommend.. this one!”

Emmaline searched the titles for a few moments before pulling out a recipe book she found familiar. It was full of recipes that would suit this weather perfectly! Warm soups and delectable stews, even some roasts and other assorted recipes. She hadn’t seen that particular book since before they’d moved, but she hoped he found it helpful. The engaged woman brushed some of her hair behind an ear while offering the book to him, a welcoming smile on her lips. Some of her friends said that she was a little too trusting of strangers, that she was too unguarded, and that may be the case. But wasn’t it better to treat others with kindness and have it returned than to treat people constantly with derision? That’s how she felt, anyway. She was definitely a major mother figure at heart.








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❣ ATTIRE → [rainy day]
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AnnoyedPanda

 

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ShadowStar369

What was he looking for? Oliver had absolutely no clue! Things were easier to look up online nowadays. It didn't help that he was the exact opposite of a cook, so that added another reason he didn't know what he was doing. Yes, he eventually had to learn when his wife died, but that didn't mean he was that good at it. It was his stumbling in the kitchen that caused his son to constantly mock him. He couldn't help it! Most of his time was spent overseas trying not to get shot rather than in the kitchen with a frying pan in hand. The 'cook' in his unit was Lanis, an eccentric Italian man who expected nothing but perfection in the kitchen. In fact, the man just couldn't help himself so much that he would march into the mess hall and take over much of the prep for all the troops. Or, even funnier, he would get so offended by the taste of his food that he would yell instructions at other soldiers while they cooked; like a military version of Gordon Ramsey.

Hearing a feminine voice beside him, Oliver looked up as the lights flickered. Beside him stood a full figured, but rather petite, young woman. Her cedar locks framing her face in all the right places, like they were intentionally placed there. Her makeup was done perfectly and her clothes didn't have a single wrinkle. It was clear to him that she either came from high stature, or just super picky about her appearance. If he were entirely honest, if the latter were true, he was a bit intimidated given that he came from the very bottom and she looked like she was handed every single thing. He wasn't one to judge though, if his time crawling through mud has taught him anything. Hazel eyes flickered down to the book she held out for him. That was very kind of her! "Really?" he questioned as he took it and looked over the cover. It had a picture of a stew pot and what looked like beef stew inside. "Hm!" he hummed in delight. This looked like the perfect cookbook to take home! "Do you know how to cook?" he asked as he looked back to the young woman.

 

[ShadowStar369]

❝I don’t wαnt you to lovє mє bєcαuѕє I’m good for you, bєcαuѕє I ѕαy αnd do αll thє right thingѕ. Bєcαuѕє I αm єvєrything you hαvє bєєn lookíng for. I wαnt to bє thє onє thαt you didn’t ѕєє coming. Thє onє who gєtѕ undєr your ѕkin. Who mαkєѕ you unѕtєαdy. Who mαkєѕ you quєѕtion єvєrything you hαvє єvєr bєliєvєd αbout lovє. Who mαkєѕ you fєєl rєcklєѕѕ αnd out of control. Thє onє you αrє infuriαtingly αnd inєхplicαbly drαwn to.❞
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The flickering lights startled the sheltered heiress, but she remained calm and just crossed her fingers, hoping they would remain on. Which they seemed to. She didn’t know what she’d do if she was stuck in an unfamiliar building with no light to see. Upon approaching the taller male, she was able to get a good look at him and thought him handsome in a somewhat roguish manner. He was also a little older than her, but charming. He accepted the book she’d held out to him and she beamed up at him in response, glad that she could have been of some help. She had intended to continue searching for the perfect book to pass the time with right after, but he asked her a casual question that had her altering her plans slightly. She could afford to chat. He seemed friendly enough.

“Only enough to get by, though I’ve always had an interest. How about you?”

She replied honestly, thinking back to her childhood days of sneaking into the kitchen to help the chef cook and being scolded for getting flour all over her pretty dresses. Of being treated with raw cookie dough if she’d been a good girl. The kitchen was a place filled with fond memories. The one place she’d never felt the need to change herself to please others. The kitchen accepted all sorts and fed them all in equal measure. The memories made her smile fondly as she brushed some of her long hair behind an ear.

“I hope you find that book as helpful as I have in the past. Even if you aren’t much of a cook, the recipes are simple and easy to follow.”

She continued sweetly, turning to the shelves before her and scanning the titles for another familiar book. She didn’t recognise any others but spotted a recipe book she wouldn’t mind trying out sometime. It was mainly centred around savoury foods that ventured on the sweet side of things. Maylin would love it! Maybe they’d had spaghetti bolognese for dinner and cherry pie for dessert? That would take some time to cook, though. And Emmaline wasn’t sure how long she could leave Maylin to her own devices without being met with chaos upon her return. It was a sweet thought, though.

“This is one of the biggest libraries I’ve seen. I’m in love with it already.”

She admitted honestly, if a little breathlessly as excitement lit up her aristocratic features while she looked about at all the books.








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❣ LOCATION → [Library]
❣ COMPANY → [...]
❣ FEELING → [helpful]
❣ DATING → [...]
❣ ATTIRE → [rainy day]
❣ OOC → [...]



❝I wαnt to bє thє rєαѕσn why you cαn’t ѕlєєp αt night.❞


AnnoyedPanda

 

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ShadowStar369

Oliver gave the question a bit of thought. He wasn't afraid of speaking of his past, such as being married, or his son, but he hesitated because even in a friendly manner people seemed turned off by such information. Opening the book and flipping through the pages quickly to just get an idea of some of the recipes inside, his hazel eyes looked back down at her regal beauty and smiled in response. "Barely," he finally replied as he shut the book so as not to seem rude while speaking to her. Thinking back on it, Crystal had always been the cook between them and he was the willing eater. He missed her cooking. Pushing his lips to one side as he thought about her, the contemplative look was quickly replaced by a look of mild annoyance as his son's voice taunted him when he was learning to cook. He had spent most of his time in the Marines so he didn't need to cook, thus never learned. That came back to bite him in the butt hard! "As long as I have a recipe, I can make...pretty much anything, but trying to wing it I fail," he added with a tone that told her he didn't like to fail. He had been trying for years, but he was still no closer to being any better at cooking and it frustrated him to no end!

"My son constantly makes fun of my cooking talent..." he told her, to focused on his need to strive for the very best to even realize he mentioned Jacob. Oliver wasn't ashamed of being a father in the least! He loved his son dearly and often fawned over him actually, but the younger generation seemed to be turned off by the idea of kids. Even if they were fully grown. In fact, this young woman seemed to be about the same age as him and if Jacob wasn't already about to be married, he might have tried to actually hook the two up. "I'm sure I will! Especially if they're easy to follow." Oliver looked outside and realized they had been at the library, literally, all day and the night storm seemed to be far worse than earlier. The floods must be heading inland. He wasn't worried, he had been in far worse conditions, but looking to this woman, it was clear she had barely been in anything stronger than a gust of wind.

Watching as she seemed in awe of the library, the older gentleman couldn't help but smile at her wonder. She must really love books! Oliver loved to read, nearly anything, so it was nice to meet a like minded individual. While he mostly had his nose buried in the paper, he was never to far from a good book as well. "I'm Oliver, by the way," he introduced finally, not wanting to never know this woman's name. "If you're in need, I can give you a ride home. It's getting really bad outside." A tan hand motioned towards the large library windows to show her the torrential storm outside. It were times like these that owning a giant truck was a good thing, despite the gas guzzling.