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Post by Aislinn Dean on Jul 19, 2011 22:51:07 GMT -5
"Your favorite place?" Aislinn was glad that he was entertaining the thoughts of going out again. For once, she felt like she was completely comfortable. Working in the coffee shop helped her feel comfortable, but now she was feeling comfortable outside her comfort zone. Mason was to thank for that.
"What is your favorite place," Aislinn asked interested. "Or is that supposed to be a surprise?"
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Post by Mason Broderick on Jul 24, 2011 0:03:21 GMT -5
Mason just smiled at her. If she thought about it, she probably would be able to guess, but he wanted to try and surprise her. After all, if he just told her, she would probably think it was dumb. It would be better to show her and let it speak for itself.
"I c-can't t-tell you th-that," he said. "It's a s-surprise. But you'll l-like it, I p-promise."
At least, he hoped she would. Most girls probably wouldn't be so impressed, but he was starting to understand that Aislinn was not like most girls.
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Post by Aislinn Dean on Aug 7, 2011 21:49:18 GMT -5
Aislinn smiled brightly as Mason said he was going to leave it as a surprise. "I don't usually like surprises all that much, but I trust you and I'm looking forward to being surprised." Being surprised wasn't an emotion she felt very often. Sure, sometimes her father would surprise her with small things, but she knew this was going to be completely different with Mason. There was a reason she didn't like surprises, but that reason happened a long time ago. She shouldn't worry about the past, but sometimes when things made a really loud noise or someone came up from behind her and she didn't really know it, it would frighten her.
"You're a surprise yourself Mr. Broderick, and that's not a bad thing."
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Post by Mason Broderick on Aug 12, 2011 22:46:26 GMT -5
Mason felt his cheeks grow warm again, and he decided to distract himself by looking down at the menu. "Th-thanks," he said. "Y-you're pretty surprising, too."
The surprising part, to him, was that she even wanted to talk to him at all. He was getting used to it now, but just a few days ago, it would have seemed like an impossible dream to him. If he was dreaming, he didn't want to wake up.
"D-do you know w-what you w-want to o-order?" he asked, nodding at the menu. "Th-they have r-really good p-pasta h-here. Th-the sauce is amazing."
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Post by Aislinn Dean on Nov 19, 2011 0:56:09 GMT -5
"I think I will take your advice for the pasta," she said glancing back over the menu before closing it. "I have been craving good pasta for awhile now."
It seemed a little odd to be sitting in front of a man who wasn't her father. Of course, Aislinn wasn't complaining about it. She was actually relieved that she finally spoke to Mason. It took her almost a full year to really say something to him.
"I think I might actually go with the Alfredo sauce."
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Post by Mason Broderick on Dec 3, 2011 1:11:05 GMT -5
"I-I h-haven't tried the A-Alfredo sauce," Mason admitted, "b-but my f-father did and s-said it was the b-best he ever had. M-my f-favorite is the v-vodka b-blush sauce."
He looked over at her shyly. He'd never been on a date before, and neither, it seemed, had she. So they were both sort of in this together... just trying to figure out how they were supposed to act and what they were supposed to do. He hoped he was doing well enough so far.
"D-do you th-think... m-maybe we sh-should o-order some w-wine? Or do you drink? I only r-really drink w-wine..."
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Post by Aislinn Dean on Dec 3, 2011 21:56:59 GMT -5
"I've never had the vodka blush sauce," she said glancing over the menu. As she glanced over the menu once again, she could feel Mason looking at her. Aislinn looked up from her menu as she placed it back on the table and met his eyes. She felt as if she was a young girl. Part of her wanted to giggle, but she held it in.
"I drink wine from time to time. I like the white wine a little better than the red I think. Nothing too sweet, but nothing too dry either." Aislinn wasn't exactly an expert on wine. She didn't mind what type of wine it was as long as it wasn't too sweet or too dry. Anywhere in the middle was perfect with her.
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Post by Mason Broderick on Mar 27, 2012 10:29:39 GMT -5
Mason blushed when she caught him looking at her. He didn't want to seem like he was being creepy or obsessed or anything like that, but he did like looking at her. He felt like he could drown in those beautiful blue eyes of hers.
"I-it's v-very g-good," he replied. "M-maybe I'll g-get it and y-you can t-try mine."
Whenever he went out to eat with his parents, his father would offer a taste of his dinner with his mother, and it always seemed so cute and romantic. Mason didn't dare to presume that he was that romantic, but he still thought it would be sweet to share with Aislinn.
"I-I'm n-not very g-good at wine selections, either," Mason admitted. "M-maybe the w-waiter could r-recommend something for us."
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Post by Aislinn Dean on Jul 12, 2012 23:09:33 GMT -5
"That would be perfect!" Aislinn smiled. She was enjoying herself. Before she thought she wouldnt feel comfortable around anyone to really go on a date with them but Mason was different. He was beyond sweet. There was something about him that caused her to feel a connection with him. Maybe it was the fact that he had a stutter. Of course she did not think twice about his stutter. She thought it was adorable. It added to his character.
"Asking the waiter sounds like a plan. I feel like I should know a little more than I do but then again I know more about coffee and teas more than anything." Aislinn let out a laugh.
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Post by Mason Broderick on Jul 18, 2012 17:25:39 GMT -5
Mason felt like he should pinch himself to see that he wasn't dreaming. He never would have guessed he'd be sitting here with her, chatting away and feeling so... comfortable. Usually the only thing that ever made him feel truly comfortable and relaxed was reading. Picking up a book, to Mason, was like coming home. But somehow, talking to her, looking at her bright eyes and beautiful smile, felt the same way.
"I-I kn-know w-what you m-mean," he said. "I'm a-actually n-not a big drinker. W-when I g-go out with my p-parents, my d-dad always picks out the w-wine."
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