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 Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 9:14 pm
It was a beautiful day for a picnic. There wasn't a cloud in sight, the sun was shining, there was a nice cool breeze keeping the temperature at 78°. Ana packed some refreshing foods for a nice relaxing picnic in the park. A turkey sub, an apple, some grapes, a slice of cherry pie, and most importantly: a bottle of wine. There wasn't anything wrong with a bottle of wine in the middle of the day, was there? Who cared anyways? A few sips of wine never killed anyone, and she could use it to relax. After the chaos that has ensued lately with the disastrous arrest at the wedding and the merge between Walk of Fame and Dalton & Miller, Ana had been a bit tense. Her name didn't even make it in the tabloids for the beautiful and extravagant dress that Hannah Winter had paid her to wear and promote - which did not ease Hannah at all. Luckily, she didn't get cut out of her arrangement with Chic completely, but she did see why the similarities between Hannah and the fictional version of her from 'The Devil Wears Pruda'.
Ana laid down her picnic blanket and sat down and unpacked her basket, pouring herself a glass of wine to start. She leaned back on her hand and took a smooth sip of the wine. Ah, that hit the spot.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 5:15 pm
He was happy today. At least, not much could go wrong on days like this. The breeze blew through his shorter hair, and he took a deep breath, exhaling with a grin.
This, was why he loved California. The Hampshire native had not been one to enjoy the snow quite as much as others should have. He loved white christmas's, but if someone could get rid of the white stuff the day after Christmas, he would be set.
Unfortunately life didnt always work the way he thought it should.
His sandles clung to his feet, brown leather holding them on. His khaki shorts [a favorite of his wardrobe], hung to his knees, and his band tee clung tightly to his chest.
He was a broad male, not really skinny, and not overly muscled, but in his attempts to become perfect, he had been visiting the gym every day.
He was buff, and quite so in all the right places.
He looked up from his thoughts, deep green eyes looking around him as he surveyed the area. He didnt recognize anyone, and thankfully he was left alone.
But his eyes landed on someone...he swore he saw before.
So approaching her, he smiled, waving.
"Hey."
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