Cynthia's eyes were closed as she appeared to be deep in thought, and she was. She was thinking in a couple days she would have to prepare for her grandfather's funeral. He was an organ donor, so the medical examiner would have to cut him open and remove his internal organs. The thought made Cynthia sick to her stomach, but it was a good thing, he'd be helping others, right? A voice from behind her caused Cynthia to jump out of her trance. She whipped her head around, senses on alert, at the male behind her. She felt a little stupid for being so jumpy, but for God's sake, the man had crept up on her. She relaxed after sensing he wasn't any threat, yet anyways. They never were at first.
She nodded as he introduced himself and took his hand, wrapping her fingers around him. He was cool to the touch. Her crystal blue eyes met his. "Cynthia Dawlings." She said, her voice soft. She uncurled her fingers from his hand and brought her hand back to herself. She glanced up at the sky, the sun had gone completely down now, the stars were dancing in the sky, the half crescent moon shone down. He was right, it was a beautiful night. Any other night, she'd lay out, stare up at the stars, but not tonight. She looked back over at the man, her full red lips curved into a genuine smile. "So, Benjamin, how long have you lived here? If you live here, because if not I'll feel incredibly stupid." She said, biting her lower lip, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to get rid of.
As she waited for his response, she studied his features a bit more. He was handsome, what girls called a 'rugged' look. Dark hair, it was dark but she thought he had green eyes, but again it was dark. He looked like he was in shape, as well. Cynthia quickly looked away, blushing when she realized she was staring to much. A soft breeze blew, rustling Cynthia's blonde her, blowing it in her face, and blowing the bottom of her skirt around her knees.
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"Savannah George." He repeated with a charming smile. When she tried to defend her age he threw his hands up as if to protect himself. "Hey, I wasn't going to. I completely believe you're twenty-one and over." He said, but her facial features told him different. She looked much younger, but most people do. He leaned in closer to Savannah so only she could hear. "But between me and you, I won't tell anyone how old you really are." He said, his voice a soft whisper. Bryce pulled back and took a sip of his drink.
When she mentioned about celebrating the town's homecoming, he shrugged. "It's an annual thing. I've been to a few of these myself, it gets hold after awhile, but for some reason every one still enjoys it." He said, a thoughtful expression plastered on his face. "But I'm more for relaxed atmosphere's myself. I'm not a crowd or party person." He said, shaking his head. "I'm just glad this thing is once a year. In New Orleans, where I'm originally from," okay, he lied, but he did live there, "they did something like this every night." He said, looking outside where crowds were already gathering. The Grill was beginning to pick up on business as well with everyone coming in and out.
"So, Miss George, would you attend this atrocious festival with me? Keep my company?" He said, finishing the rest of his drink, his grey eyes glanced back towards her as he waited for a response. She was very beautiful. Her brunette hair, her skin tone, her beautiful eyes, the shape of her lips, and her delicious neck, that being throbbing. No, he couldn't drink from her, not yet anyways. Bryce pushed that thought out of his head as he waited for her response.
