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"I think it'd be fun," he said, and she smiled. "Me too," she told him. "Besides, it's a lot easier to get to know a city of you've got someone to do it with."
He told her the apartment wasn't messy, and she thanked him, before saying, "You should see the studio. It's like a hurricane's gone through."
As she unpacked the groceries, she carefully set the papers away. They'd accumulated on her counter until she found a better place for them to be, and now, suddenly, she was shy. He offered to help - then mentioned he could juggle - and she laughed. "Now that I'll believe when I see," she teased, throwing away the paper bags.
He laughed. “I doubt it. My mother used to tell me that if my foot wasn't attached, I'd lose it,” Javier told her. Whenever his family visited, they always joked how scatter-brained he was. He had numerous notes all over his flat, and most of them were the same note that he had forgotten he'd written. “Honestly, though, I don't think I'd be able to find anything if they were where they belonged,” he said sheepishly. “I mean, who looks for keys on the key rack? I always thought it was more for decoration...”
“Hey, what do you mean?” he asked, feigning offense. “I'm the son of the gypsy. Can't you tell?” Javier grinned, taking her hand. “Hmm, let's see.”
Javier ran his finger over her thumb. “You've got a lot of will and determination.” He traced another line. “That's your love line. You've been through a lot, but you've good handle on your emotions. And this,” he slid his finger down a little, “is your head line. You're creative and adventurous... with a short attention span?” he question, his mouth curving into a smile as he traced the wavy line. “You're cautious when it comes to trusting others. And you're perceptive.”
He let go over her hand. “See? If I can read palms, I can definitely juggle.”
"Well, it's a good thing your feet are attached, then," she retorted, with a smile. He went on to ask who ever looked for keys on a rack, and she smiled again. He was peculiar, in a wonderful way, more just him than anything else. It was refreshing; compared to all the people in her business who faked who they were, he was remarkably sure of himself. "Just for the record," she said, as she stood on her tip toes to get the recipe from her cabinet. "I never put my keys on the rack."
He seemed to take offense when she told him she didn't believe he juggled, then dropped another bit of his past. "A gypsy?" she asked. "You left that part out."
He took her hand in his, running a fingertip lightly over her thumb, and then a line on her palm. The touch was feather-light, and it made her shiver. She looked up from her palm to meet his eyes, listening as he somehow managed to describe her without having known her for 24 hours. "That's... Impressive," she said, then grinned at him, tip of her tongue between her teeth as she teased, "But it's still not juggling."
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Attached and on the ground.” He wriggled his toes in his shoes, grinning at her. “Can't say the same about my head. Admittedly, I'm a bit of a dreamer.” Javier watched as she stood on the tips of her toes to get the recipe. He took another step forward, wondering if he should help her. But she seemed like the type of girl who liked to do things by herself once in a while, so he remained rooted to his spot. “Good. I don't know if I'd be able to take it if you used the rack,” he chuckled.
He widened his eyes innocently. “Oh, I didn't mention?” he asked, forcing to suppress a smile. “My dad's family. Although, my mum's a Catholic and he loves her enough to be a Catholic, so he doesn't count.” Javier glanced at the papers on the counter, then looked back at her. “My grandmother taught me how to read palms. It's not the best way to judge a person...”
Impressive, but it's still not juggling.
Javier shook his head. “How dare you impugn my honor,” he said quietly, trying his best to remain solemn, although the smile in his voice was a giveaway. “Here, I'll make a deal with you. Let me take you on a second date, and I'll teach you to juggle. Even to read palms, if you like.”
She turned to him with a smile. "Oh, but people like that are the best kind. Dreamers." She shrugged off his jacket, not wanting to get any food on it as she cooked, and draped it over the back of a chair, before returning to the kitchen. "Dreamers are the people who make things happen. Who make realities, and things that are amazing."
She slid the recipe over to him, so he'd know how to help. He mentioned his family, and she listened, with a smile. "So that explains Catholic school," she said.
Then he pulled out a stop.
"Let me take you on a second date, and I'll teach you to juggle. Even read palms, if you'd like."
Her heart sped up a bit in her chest. A second date? That sounded... Well, it sounded absolutely brilliant, it sounded like something she'd look forward to until it happened.
"I... You don't even have to teach me to juggle," she smiled. "I'd love that. To go on a second date, I mean. Not that I wouldn't like to learn to juggle, or read palms, but... I'd love a second date." It appeared now it was her turn to ramble, feeling somewhat nervous as she began to cook, a smile on her face.
Javier laughed. “You make it sound very romantic,” he said wistfully. “I'm afraid that being a dreamer, I'm a little impractical. And, being a dreamer, I'm a bit more prone to disappointment when things don't work out how I planned.” He paused, looking over the recipe that she had handed him. “But thank you. I can only hope you're a dreamer, too. We tend to stick together.”
For a moment, she was quiet. Javier clasped his hands together a little nervously. It was possible that he had misread the signs, and that she wasn't interested in him. Except why would she have invited him to her home if she hadn't even be harboring the slightest of feelings towards him? Why was he so nervous about it, anyway? It wasn't as though she was the only girl in London, she was, a bit unfortunately for the moment, the only one he liked. He swallowed his pride and the rising panic in his throat, prepared to make an apology.
“I... You don't even have to teach me to juggle,”
And then she made him feel stupid, because she did want the second date at least as much as he did. He let out a sigh of relief, glad that he wasn't the only one. “Thank you,” he said cheerfully, walking over to her and peering slightly over her shoulder as she prepared the food. He looked back down at the recipe, concentrating. “All right. So I can... I can mix things together. I'm good at mixing.”
"I can only hope you're a dreamer, too. We tend to stick together."
Kate smiled. "You're lucky, then," she said. "Because I am. Always have been."
"Thank you," he said, when she told him she'd like a second date, and she raised an eyebrow at him. "Why are you thanking me?" she asked. "Really, I should be thanking you."
Then he asked what he could do, and she set him to work cooking. They finally put the food in the oven to cook, and she sat down on the couch with Colt, and smiled at Javier, inviting him over.
Javier sat on the couch with her, feeling a little out of place again. It had been fine when he was standing and was able to move the jitters out of him. He swallowed, leaning over and running his hand across Manola. She jumped in his lap, burrowing under his arms and towards Kate. “She likes you,” he said, smiling at her.
He clasped his hands together. “Here's a fun fact for you. Did you know that a dog increases the owner's chance of attracting a date?” he asked, grinning. “Luckily for me, I have my charm since Manola wasn't around to help.”
“What do you do for fun?” he asked, glancing around at all the paper. “Or is music just enough?”
He seemed nervous when he sat down with her, and she contemplated doing something to make him feel more comfortable. But what?
Then Manola was climbing into her lap, and she laughed, petting the puppy. "She likes you," he said, and she smiled. "Well that's good, because I like her, too." Then she put on a happy voice, the special one she reserved just for dogs. "Hey, there, Manola, how are you? Good? Good."
She smiled at him, sitting up from how she'd bent down to pet the dog. "Did you know that a dog increases the owner's chance of attracting a date?" She smiled wider, laughing a little bit, and then she leaned back. "But you didn't have Manola with you when we met."
"Luckily for me, I have my charm."
She laughed, then nodded. "You certainly charmed me," she told him, leaning over and nudging him a bit.
"What do you do for fun?" he asked. "Or is music just enough?"
She leaned back. "Well, music is a lot of it. It's always been a part of who I am. But... I write stories sometimes. Colt and I go out on walks a lot, and I tend to do a lot of reading. But yeah, a lot of it is music." She considered offering to play him something, but waited.
“You're a writer?” he asked, bringing his legs underneath him and leaning towards her. “What kind of stories?” Javier inquired. He pet Manola, his hand briefly passing over Katelyn's. He withdrew his hand a little shyly, putting his hands back in his lap. “I used to write this stories when I was younger. They were really dumb though. For example, I once wrote this story about a cat who fell in love with a mouse. They both died, though.”
Javier trailed off, raising an eyebrow. “The nuns made me go to confession after it,” he recalled.
He grinned at her. “Manola and I go walking, too. Barcelona was great place for it. A lot of natural parks and mountain trails. It was especially best in winter. Maybe we'll be able to find a few more trails in London.”
“There's nothing wrong with music at all. I tried learning the organ when I was younger, but I'm just not suited for the arts. A pity, since one of my greatest personal heroes is Salvador Dali. But being a vet is great,” he rambled. “Uh, anyway. You should play me something. Er, not right now if you don't want to, of course. I mean in the near... future...” he floundered off, deciding to shut his mouth before she took back the offer of a second date.
"What kind of stories?" he inquired, and she shrugged. "Whatever I feel like writing. It's sort of random, what they're about." He described a story he'd written, and she had to admit, she was intrigued. "It sounds interesting!" she said, then smiled as he begn to ramble. There was something about it that was just adorable, something she quite liked about him, more than anyone else.
He told her that he'd love to hear her play, and she raised her eyebrows. "I could do that," she smiled, nodding. She retreated into her apartment to get her guitar from it's place in the studio, and sat back down next to him, sweeping her hair to one side. "It's really not that good," she warned, before beginning to play the music that she'd written, singing the lyrics that went with it.
It probably didn't sound very interesting, but Javier smiled gratefully at her anyway. His life was astonishingly boring in comparison. Although boring wasn't necessarily bad, it did rather make him feel a little lacking in the 'story' department. The most interesting thing that happened to him when he was younger was when he had finally been able to hold a complete English conversation that was more than “hi” “how are you” “I'm fine”. Or maybe how the nuns had forced him into confession once for pulling a girl's hair, and Javier thought he was going straight to hell because Sister Maria had smacked his hands. And he had never had his hands smacked.
He blinked, returning back to reality. Javier smiled, leaning towards her with his hands on his knees. “Liar,” he teased, sticking his tongue out. “That's what everyone says to be modest. And the ones who are modest are those with talent, because the talentless ones aren't modest at all.” He decided that it was true because he couldn't think of very many counter-examples.
Javier watched as she pulled her hair over one shoulder. He took Colt in his lap, hugging the dog as he listened to her music. “Wow,” he said after she was done. “What happened to not being good?”
"What happened to not being good?" he asked, and Kate blushed, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. "I'm really not that good," she said again, cheeks still flushed.
God, he was adorable. She couldn't help looking at him, watching him, smiling at him. He had the most amazing eyes, and smile, and she hoped to return them.
Javier raised his eyebrows and cleared his throat. “Lying is a sin that separates you from God,” he said primly, and in his best 'Nun tone'. “Trust me on that,” he continued, his voice back to normal. “We had to repeat it every time someone got in trouble,” he laughed, then scratched his cheek, still a little nervous. “I mean, can you hear yourself properly?” he asked cheerfully, gently tugging her ears playfully. “In any case, I think you sound amazing.” Javier scratched Colt behind the ears. “I think you are amazing. You cook, you sing, you love animals...” he teased, grinning.
Acutely aware that she was observing him, Javier looked down at his hands sheepishly. “Guys are born with the lines in their left hand, but they gain lines in their right. For girls it's the other way around,” he said, turning his right hand so he could see the palm. “I fall in love easily. My thoughts are scattered, and sometimes I'm a little too spontaneous. I can be manipulated easily. I'm an extrovert, I can be a bit egotistical, and I'm an optimist,” he said, holding out his palm to her.
“I wish I could read animals' palms. Wouldn't that be great?” he laughed, rubbing Colt again. “Or fins. I'd rather like to know how fish handle romance.”
"Lying is a sin that separates you from god," he said. "We used to have to say that when someone got in trouble."
Kate smiled. "In that case... "Lying is a sin that separates you from god"," she repeated with a smile. He asked her if she was serious, if she couldn't hear herself, and she blushed. "Thanks," she mumbled, feeling suddenly self conscious.
Then he leaned in close, explaining to her as he read his palm. She listened carefully, leaning in close to watch. She tried to understand, and she got some of it. She tilted her head up just a little, looking into his eyes as they sat close to each other. "That's, um... That's really cool," she murmured.
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