{  ` his glare is downplayed by the way he sparkles. } 

{ ` He feels your gaze on him mid-sip of his large pumpkin spice latte—which he finds to be his new addiction, doesn’t keep the server from giving him extra whipped cream either.  Placing a napkin to his lips, he furrows his brow and  takes a look behind him. There’s nothing particularly threatening seeping in his chest, but he finds himself touching the holster strapped to his hip and reaching for the silver weighing him down. } 

[ᴛᴇxᴛ﹕  unknown number ] Please inquire with your resume in person on any given business day. Thank you for your interest. 

[ᴛᴇxᴛ﹕ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ] Oh- but only if I get a kiss first.  

"I rented the apartment above your flower shop and in the last two months you’ve gotten a new flower I’m allergic to so I keep buying bouquets until I can figure out which kind it is" au

Also your muse doesn't have to work here. Interaction can be easy. You can complain about the work ethic in the hotel, -- if someone is smoking in a non-smoking area, carrying around their dogs in the eating area, ( or somehow having pets if they're not allowed,) someone stole your wallet out of your bedroom or you're simply unsatisfied/happy with your experience. They're supposed to be known for their hospitality and cleanliness and if you don't like that the soap wasn't perfectly square that is entirely okay to complain about. [ Not to mention, there are people like this and not only does it spark interest, but it's kind of really fun to watch!] If your muse likes to steal, steal--try to get close and get a piece for yourself. The options are literally endless. Not everything has to be completely personal or a relationship but if you want those, again I'm open for random interaction [if youre shy, or prefer them] or plotting. 

( `Long fingers curl around your wrist, tightening as if willing you to stay—as if it’ll change your mind about the entire situation. Brows furrowed into a tight line he tries to muster up the words to say, anything to get you back from what ever irrational thought you’re planning on putting into action. He knows you could break free of him if you really wanted,— jam the butter-knife in your hand into his arm because he’s holding on much too long. He could tell by the way you twirl it against the dinning room table like forcing down a bad habit—and sometimes he braces himself for it,—on one of those odd nights when your eyes are sunken and dark, but the pain never comes and maybe that makes him a lucky man.)   If I didn’t let you go, —no matter what. Then, what? Would you cry, would you hit me or blame me for everything? ( ` He purses his lips, moving forward in his chair to find eyes that never look back. ) Well you can, blame me for everything—do it, let it out, trust yourself enough to trust me. You always find me,— (` He pauses, trying to find the words collecting like lost somethings.) three -four, five places, anywhere I am you find me and never ask or tell.  Now let me help you, I can’t let you keep killing yourself over shit you never talk about. 

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