roman
: genevive & ramona :
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: genevive & ramona :
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- the tall cocky blonde haired boy's killer grin never slipped form his lips even as the dark brunette's gaze shifted away from his attention. damn, roman thought with narrowing stricking blue eyes. while he didn't really want to enter the cafe, he had the luxury of observing her from beyond the glass exterior of the shop. in the outfit ramona wore, which bared a little of her clevage, roman thought the grey suited her skin tone and the black leggings suited her figure well. the black jacket she wore was a bonus to her attractive apperance. while roman was naturally attractive he didn't appear that desireable in his outfit. the trench coat covered his athletic build and his face was castd by a mild shadow from the hood of the beret.
roman peeled his blue eyes away from ramona and to genevive. the blonde haired boy rolled his eyes at genevieve's response. at her beckoning, he stole a final glance at ramona before reluctantly heading into the cafe. great. he thought with mild irritance, but genreally, he was more amused by genevieve than he was ever annoyed by her. sometimes she treated him like a kid and even though most things she did, he tolerated, roman wouldn't hesitate to create distance in a situation like that. "great," he said under his breath but loud enough for genevieve to head as he dodged some of the small round tables and chairs pushed out, "now i'm going to have to order some bloody tea like an englishman." his gaze held hers steady as he sat down in the chair across her, "and," his eyes flicked over to the counter where the brunette was, "i'm going to have to talk to her on account of you." while roman was expressing false annoyance, again, he was more taken with ramona than he was anyone else, "you're a splendid chap you know that genevive?" he said in a thicker british accent tha that of what he already spoke with. removing the beret from his head, his golden wavy locks that curled over his head appeared. running a hand through it, he seperated the golden mess so that some of the strands fell in his face before pushing it back a final time.