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Post by Cale Robbins on Jul 23, 2009 16:03:35 GMT -5
Cale, an innate protective sense coming to him, put a hand on her back as she moved closer, just gently guiding her through the rush of people.
"Window table, good choice," Cale told her, sitting across from her. "I like sitting in the window seats, watching people go by." People were fascinating in their candid moments, when they didn't put on a front for other people around them.
"Well, tell me more about Ireland. I've always heard that the Irish are some of the friendliest people." He just wanted to give her something to talk about while they perused their small menus, which were mostly pastries and coffee cakes and an assortment of coffee. They had sandwhiches too, though.
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Post by Kayleigh Doyle on Jul 23, 2009 16:56:21 GMT -5
Feeling a little bit more comfortable, Kayleigh carefully took off her jacket and let it rest on her chair. "It's a good country to get lost in, that's for sure. The Irish are some of the friendliest people but they can be some of the meanest too especially if they're drunk." She gave a small quiet laugh. "Although, even if they are drunk, they can be really nice too. It just depends who you meet." Her mind took her back to the Irish neighborhood she lived in America and back to the day that those two mobs clashed. Kayleigh shook her head and then peered out the window before looking back at the menu.
She knew that it was only polite to talk back and ask a few questions. "Have you lived in London all your life?"
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Post by Cale Robbins on Jul 29, 2009 14:00:09 GMT -5
Cale laughed and nodded. "Ah, yeah, the best way to exercise Irish pride is by drinking some beer," he said. The Irish were a different breed of people. The muggle author Mark Twain once said that all humans were descendent from apes, except the Irish who surely were descendent from cats. He kept this comment to himself, though he couldn't entirely rationalize why.
"I have lived here my whole life," Cale replied. "But my family was fairly well off, and we traveled quite a bit. Though, truth be told, I think they traveled just to say they did. I liked exploring other places, though." He stopped traveling as much when he graduated, and in fact, hadn't left London in the last six years. He didn't want to be away if Syd decided to come home.
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Post by Kayleigh Doyle on Jul 29, 2009 14:22:30 GMT -5
"My adoptive mum used to say that if the Irish would just sober up a couple of days and not start fighting with each other, they could take over the world." Another soft laugh was emitted from her lips. Her adoptive mother would tell her that just to get her to laugh if she was ever sad. Her real mother used to say things to get her to be happy as well, she just couldn't remember all of them.
"Traveling is good. You get the chance to see what the world holds." Although, so far, the world hadn't held too much happiness for her, anyway. Kayleigh wasn't going to dwell on that right now. She had someone in front of her willing to be a friend and if the world was offering it to her, she was going to take it.
"Where all did you go?"
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Post by Cale Robbins on Aug 6, 2009 23:32:20 GMT -5
Cale quietly took note of everything she just told him. She was adopted, but had to know her real mother, otherwise she wouldn't have used the phrase. He laughed with her. "You know, that's probably very true."
He nodded to agree with her sentiments on traveling. "I've been to quite a few places... I think it was just a form of escape for my parents. I never complained. Some of the places I enjoyed were Venice and Prague and Athens. I've been to every single country on the European continent, and quite a few in both of the Americas. Have you ever been to Panama? I don't really know you very well, but seem like you might do well there."
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Post by Kayleigh Doyle on Aug 7, 2009 17:21:38 GMT -5
"That's pretty amazing," said Kayleigh. "I wish I really traveled but I'm not a huge fan of big crowds." Since it was just her, she wasn't too keen on traveling a lot of places. "Plus, what can I say, I like the rainy weather." She gave a smile. "And I figured maybe coming here, I could be a little closer to my actual parents." Kayleigh looked from Cale to her menu. "Sort of a crazy idea, I know." She gave a small laugh. "Although the idea got me out of America and back to this side of the world, so I'm not really complaining."
She wasn't getting anything to eat, just something to drink. When the waitress stopped by the table, Kayleigh smiled lightly up to her. "Just a cup of coffee for me please."
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Post by Cale Robbins on Aug 10, 2009 13:28:02 GMT -5
"I understand that. Crowds can be difficult to deal with. Sometimes people aren't always aware of others around them."
He didn't get a chance to respond to her before she was ordering and the waitress was next to them. "I'd like a latte, please," he told the girl, giving her a gentle smile. He always sort of felt bad for waitresses. They got the short end of the deal more times than not. When she left, he turned his attention back to Kayleigh.
"Are your parents here in London?" he asked, delicately asking the question.
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Post by Kayleigh Doyle on Aug 10, 2009 14:14:56 GMT -5
Kayleigh laced her fingers together and let her eyes fall to her hands. "No," she replied softly. "They're from Ireland too. They were childhood sweethearts and they went to school together. After school, they moved here to London for awhile, until my mum found out she was pregnant with me. That was when they moved back to Ireland because they wanted to raise a child where they grew up." A sad smile crossed her face. "I remember my mum telling me stories about them being here. She gave me her journal whenever I was little and I've had it ever since. They died when I was seven."
She left it at that. There was no reason for her to go into detail about her parents' death, nor her adoptive parents' death. After all, she just met this man and she had already told him they passed away.
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Post by Cale Robbins on Mar 15, 2010 19:42:16 GMT -5
"My wife and I were childhood sweethearts, too," Cale told her, searching for some reason to relate to her. "I'm really very sorry to hear about your parents, though."
It was tragic, and at 7 years old, she would have been just old enough to remember what happened. He hoped it wasn't terribly traumatic for her. He had a soft spot for children and wished there as some way to protect them from all experiences like that.
"Anyway, you sound like you have quite an interesting history. And you have to be pretty brave to have accepted lunch from a stranger who nearly knocked you over on the streets."
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Post by Kayleigh Doyle on Mar 17, 2010 10:06:50 GMT -5
There was a light smile on her face. Kayleigh was grateful that he didn't want to know more about her parents. She could always tell him the happy things but she really was grateful that Cale didn't want her to elaborate.
"You don't seem like someone who would do too much harm," she said. There was a light joking tone to her voice. Kayleigh never considered herself brave but she supposed she was. She could also be a little too trusting sometimes or there might be a few times when she wasn't trusting enough. "And there wouldn't be too many people who would make sure that you were okay then invite you to lunch."
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