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Summer 1941. Seabrook, South Carolina.

The carefree lives of Seabrook's youth. Three months before the US entered WWII. How simple life seems.

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Age

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Resident or Tourist?

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Colette Rawlings

Age. 18

Gender. Female

Resident or Tourist? Tourist

Physical. Rounded face with a softly defined jawline, full lips, and expressive features. She has oval-shaped, warm brown eyes the compliment her carefully curled, sandy blonde hair that is kept just past her slender shoulders. Colette stands at a petite 5'4, housing only slight curves. Her skin is neither pale nor tan, but tans quickly when exposed to the sun for long hours. She has an incredibly infectious smile and laugh.

History. Colette was born and raised in Charleston, South Carolina. Her paternal great-grandfather (I think that math is right...) owned a large plantation and invented a unique way of harvesting crops that made the family's wealth skyrocket. Her father owns a banking company that is doing just fine, despite the economy. Her mother died during childbirth. She was raised with the best schooling and introduced to different things that would get her ahead in the world. Her father bought the summer house in Seabrook so that she would have somewhere to relax during the summers between university, as opposed to returning home where there were countless social obligations.

Henry Scott

Age. 19

Resident or Tourist? Resident

Physical. Henry has sharp, angled features, including a strong jawline and a straight, sloping nose. He has dark hair that he keeps slightly shaggy, just so that it glances across his forehead and occasionally sweeps into his carmel colored eyes. His frame is lanky but strong from working at the lumberyard and he stands at an average 5'11.

History. His family has been in Seabrook, working at the lumberyards, for more generations than Henry likes to remember. He grew up in a fairly normal household with his mother, father and two younger siblings, one sister and one brother. Henry has been helping to support his family since he was fourteen, which makes getting out Seabrook an impossibility.

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Roman Donovan

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Male

Resident

Physical Roman has dark messy brown hair and deep green eyes to match. His muscular frame stands a straight six foot, lean from the lumber labor. He occasionally sports a five o'clock shadow.

Roman has lived in Seabrook his entire life, growing up a country boy. Educated through high school, he works at a lumberyard and helps his father run their small farm. An only child, his younger sister was killed in a farming accident, leaving him alone with his mother and father.

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Worn, working hands pressed the white buttons through each corresponding hole, closing the front of the clean blue button-down. The soft cotton sleeves were rolled just past elbow in messy folds, casual yet presentable. Tucking the tails into his tan slacks, Roman held his wallet between his lips as he walked from his room to the front foyer of his family's modest farmhouse. Once his clothing was situated, he stuffed his wallet in his right front pocket and ran his hand through his hair one last time, checking the small mirror on the wall.

"Ma, Pa, I'm going to the diner," he called down through the parlor, seeing the light flicker of the candle his mother always lit as she knit in the reflection of the mirror. Roman's hands fumbled around with his collar, stitching his eyebrows together in a perplexed face, trying to match his mother's gentle tweaking of his clothing. He could never achieve the perfection she had always bestowed upon his attire when she dressed him.

"Don't stay out too late," she cooed back, a sting of parental authority in her sweet voice. He always knew she tried to be stern, but could never follow through with any sort of punishment. A crooked smirk found it's way across his lips as he turned towards the parlor.

"A'ight ma, see ya," he called before heading out the front door and down the hazy gravel driveway. It was just before sunset and it was setting up to be a thick, warm pink evening, giving the late summer trees a celestial glow. His shoes crunched the rocks beneath his feet as he moved quickly towards town, hands in his pockets. It was a short five minute walk to Henry's house. The lack of Henry's presence on the porch indicated he was running late. Later than even Roman had been running. He went straight to Henry's bathroom window on the first floor, knowing he'd be lucky finding him there. Leaning up against the side of the house, he pounded his fist on the closed window.

"Hen, Hen, c'mon man we gotta go," he called through the glass, having no patience to call on his friend through the front door. "Ya know girls don't wait on slowpokes like you," he kid, smirking as he taunted his friend. The girls in town always managed to meet at the diner around eight on Friday nights and Roman and Henry had picked up on it, making it part of their rounds to stop by, coincidentally. Tonight Roman knew it wasn't just any Friday night, the sunset was proving to make it better than most, and he wanted to make a jump on it.

[Hope you don't mind, I just thought it would work well!]

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[[No problem! It's a lovely way to start :)]]

Colette rushed up the flight of steps and into her large, ornate bedroom after her piano lesson finally ended. It had run late and in doing so, was going to make her late meeting Ruth, the daughter of one of the men that was working at the Seabrook home. She had offered to take her out and show her the different things Seabrook had to offer and Colette had eagerly accepted. She had already been in Seabrook for a week and had hardly left the house, unsure of what to do in the small town.

She exchanged her simple house dress for a black dress that touched just past her knees and the slight sweetheart neckline formed the fitted bodice. Her makeup was simple, as she didn't have time to go into much detail, but the bright red lipstick drew attention to her full lips. Dark red pumps clicked back down the stairs at the sound of the doorbell, pausing halfway down the steps as Maudlin, the live-in housekeeper, answered the door. She fingered her curls to make sure that they were right before going the rest of the way down into the foyer.

"My word Miss Rawlings, you look lovely," Ruth said warmly, pulling her into a friendly hug.

"You are too kind," Colette said, flushing at the offhanded praise.

The two chatted easily as Colette drove them into town and she found herself beginning to relax and her spirits rising. They rose even higher as she noted the deep pinks of the sunset, she preferred the glistening pink so much to the orange and yellow hues that sometimes came with sunset. "So," she asked, linking her arm with her slender companion, "Where are we headed?"

"The diner. It's where everyone goes on Friday." The two found a booth with a few other people that Ruth knew, Margaret, Sarah and Julia. The other three girls were just as kind as Ruth had been, raving about her dress and make-up. They were joined moments later by a few boys from town, a couple of them were dating Margaret and Julia and the others were just their friends.

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Henry was rinsing the shaving cream off his face when he heard the pounding on his window. He grinned over at Roman, shaking his head with a laugh at his friends teasing. "Of course they'll wait for me Ro, Ro," he called back, though he did move a little faster. His large, somewhat clumsy fingers were quick to fasten of the dark green shirt and he tucked it in as he hurried down the hall.

"Tell Pops that I'm headed to the diner, will ya?" he shouted to his younger brother, Paul, who nodded in agreement but didn't glance up from the board game he was playing with their sister.The kids had just gotten out for summer and Paul was looking for his first job; Joan was still too young for it so she would be enjoying one of her last free summers. Henry was somewhat concerned about Paul being able to find a job, not many places were hiring, but they weren't in need of the money, like they had been when he was Paul's age.

Henry stumbled into his shoes on the porch, grinning at Roman as they headed toward the diner, "I was just waitin' on ya to get here so I could finish. No reason to rush if I'm just gonna have to wait on ya anyway." He was itching with energy, something about the cool evening breeze was making him feel incredibly antsy. His gait was bouncy and merry, whistling a made up tune as they walked along the road.

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Roman let out a laugh in a puff, amused by Henry's snappy retort. They had a swell relationship, the two of them, always joking in good humor. Their equally vibrant personalities fit together well and they managed to stay friends all through the years. All their adventures and times together at the lumberyard, Roman wouldn't trade them for nothing. He knew one best friend was better than a couple close ones.

Picking a toothpick from his pocket, he rolled it between his fingers, a natural soothing habit he had. He never went without one in his pocket, finding a need for it in any situation. A smart smile hung on his lips as he roamed back around to the front of the house, leaning against the porch. Sticking the toothpick between his teeth, he nonchalantly fiddled with it, waiting out the few moments before Henry appeared. He picked up a steady gait beside him, his eyes easily fluttering between the road, the sky and then over to Henry as he spoke again. Another guffaw piped from his mouth, yet again amused. He could never get bored of Henry's sharp humor.

"Always handing off the blame," he joked, patting Henry's upper back in a friendly manner, grinning back. Placing his hands back in his pockets, Roman rolled the toothpick around between his lips as they made their way to the diner, making the short ten minute walk pass quickly. The sun was still high enough to light the town, a soft pink still rolling through the sparingly clouded sky. Only a half hour later would it be gone behind the horizon. Once they reached the diner, he led the way over to the diner counter, squeezing them two seats in the middle. It was packed in their, the high pitched giggles of girls and boisterous voices of young men. Roman always believe the counter was the best seat in the house for any young men looking to scope it out. The central view was about as good as it got.

"Nice night to dine out, eh?" he stated with a smirk as he elbowed Henry. Roman swiveled in his seat a moment, his green eyes scanning the booths smoothly. It was as packed at it had ever been and there was no lack of potential.

[Also, would you like me to make a girl character to even the gender? Or just wait to see if someone else will?]

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[[We can give it a couple of days if you want to, or you can go ahead and make a girl. Also, you're brilliant at writing this time era, sorry if mine is a little shaky, I'm trying.]]

Colette sat on the outside of the conversation for a few minutes, taking in her surroundings. She hadn't realized how many younger people lived in Seabrook, though she really wasn't aware of anything about the city except that it was near the beach. The boys they were sitting with were unlike the ones she was accustomed too, they were rowdier and perhaps a touch bolder, and yet she didn't feel uncomfortable with them. After a little bit of conversation she even allowed one of them to drag her to the dancing area. It was small, to say the least, but it was crowded with couples doing the Lindy Hop.

She laughed the warmest of laughs as he dipped her at the end of the song. It had been a splendid, upbeat number that had left her breathless and her cheeks were flushed from the activity. Colette found her way back to the booth, through the growing crowd, as the boy went to fetch some water for her. She took the outer seat that was made available as she came up and instantly hopped into the conversation. The dance had revived her senses and left her with a desire to really get to know these people.

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Henry chuckled at Roman's response, his warm pat on the back brotherly and familiar. The pair were almost notorious in Seabrook, they did pretty much everything together and had since before Henry could recall. He followed the other boy into the diner, his light eyes lighting up with anticipation and excitement at the sound of all the voices and the sporadic couples dancing. Sliding onto the stool beside Roman, he nodded with a grin, nudging him back, "It sho is."

He glanced around the diner, noting the new people and vaguely familiar faces. The tourists had arrived. Another sure signal that it was summertime in Seabrook. Their sleepy city was known for lumber and the great beaches. It was the beaches that drew people in from all over South Carolina and the South in general. He rubbed his clean hands on his pants out of habit before grabbing for the menu, though he already knew what he wanted. "Are you eatin' tonight, or juss drinkin'?"

[[sorry those were terrible, longgggggggg day.]]

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[Alright, I'll just wait then. And thanks! You're writing just fine, no worries!]

His green eyes slowly moving across the dance floor, Roman saw mostly familiar faces of other local youth. There were a few here and there, tourists, who were a fresh sight. The quick dips, spins and jerks of the Lindy Hop were distracting and the high spirits of the dancers elevated the diner. One thick, bubble of a laugh led Roman's eyes to a pretty little thing that had just finished a dip with a local boy the crowd. Her infectious smile, those full red lips, and sweet bouncy blonde hair ? there was something about her that just couldn't shake. His eyes followed her all the way back to her seat, watching as she easily conversed with much exuberance.

He was nearly transfixed by her, missing what words had come out of Henry's mouth. His head snapped over to Henry, somewhat lost until he deduced what he had most likely asked. Roman played with the toothpick in his mouth again, stealing another look over at her. He pushed off Henry's question, a quirky smile crossing his face along with a cheap bet. He nudged Henry again with his elbow as he spun on the stool, facing out towards the booths, the other elbow back behind on the counter. "Betcha five cents I get that girl to go on a date wit' me," Roman posed, his hand with the toothpick gesturing over to the girl in the black dress and red lips. This was a game played between the two, a way they could both get a kick out of something made for a one man job. He looked from the girl to Henry, the most mischievous look on Roman's face, ready to show off his best set of charms.

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Henry was still glancing over the menu, only looking over at Roman when his elbow prodded him again. He chuckled at the bet placed, this was his favorite of game. His eyes followed the point of the toothpick, somewhat surprised that he hadn't noticed the girl before; she was kind of hard to miss. He studied her for a moment, deciding on whether he would take the bet or not. As she tilted her head back slightly to laugh openly at something, he nodded a wicked grin playing on his lips. "I juss wanna thank ya in advance for the money," he said, patting his friend in a good luck way.

He was unsure whether his friend would be able to secure a date with a tourist that looked quite like her. Plus, there was never any fun to a bet unless you attempted to psych the other person out so that you would win. Henry leaned his angled chin against his hand, a mirthful expression on his face as he waited for Roman to make his move. His glance turned once again to the broad, more interested in her reaction than to whatever Roman was going to do. After all their years together, he had a decent feeling as to what was going to happen.

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Chuckling at Henry's cocky response, Roman stood and hitched his sagging slacks up, giving Henry a wink, believing he nearly had this one in the bag. With the tourist it was usually easier to get a girl to say yes; with all the right charms and moves, they were usually head over heels in minutes. Though this girl seemed to have spunk and that's what made him so stuck on her. He wasn't going to go down without a fight. Sticking the toothpick back in his mouth, he ran a hand through his hair, making sure he was looking just right. Roman was a sucker for asking girls out, but going past one date was always unlikely. Roman always found girls he liked, being it sweet, feisty, shy or smart, but there was never anything deeper, nothing that kept his attention. But this broad, he could see it in her smile, the way she laughed – he knew she was it.

Reaching the table, he pulled the toothpick out of his mouth and put it in his pocket. He recognized some of the locals with her, guys who worked at the lumberyard and girls from around town. He didn't bother saying hello to any of them, they weren't his way to this girl. He went straight to her, going down on one knee at the end of the booth, facing her close enough to get her attention.

"Hi, I'm Roman Donovan. What's you name, miss?" Roman piped, extending an open hand for a shake, not playing any smirks, just a soft, genuine smile. Sometimes, he played them strong, with a goofy pick up line or cheesy compliment. This time, though, he went in with manners, his best behavior for the best of girls – he wasn't planning on messing this up for a laugh or two from Henry.

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The conversation flowed from one subject to another, Colette occasionally would need to ask for clarification of what something was, but for the most part she followed and participated with ease. She was about to comment on one of the girl's stories about the beach when she felt a presence beside her. Tilting her chin toward whoever it was, she was somewhat surprised by how close the guy was, though his extended hand was enough to distract her from commenting on it. She felt the conversation at the booth slowly simmer down until it stopped completely, though when she turned back toward them it instantly started up again. An amused smirk was on her lips as she hastily turned back to face the boy, Roman, her eyes meeting his deep green eyes with curiosity.

After half a second's hesitation, Colette slowly extended her own hand, closing around his in a simple, firm shake. His hand warm and worn under her smooth ones, but there was something familiar about it. "Colette Rawlings," she answered, placing her hand back into her lap. She crossed her ankles underneath the table, not yet turning her entire body toward him. Boys in Charleston had certainly approached her and she'd been on her fair sharer of dates, but none of them had been quite so bold as Roman. But still she could feel herself getting lost in the green pastures of his eyes. It was a unique color, one that she had only seen a couple of times and even those she could hardly recall.

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A satisfied smile, genuine and lopsided sat on his lips, shaking her small, soft hands. Although be bad seen her hesitation, it didn't set him back, rather, it pushed him to secure a date with her. There was nothing Roman liked more than a small pursuit for the things he wanted. When she released his hand, he dared to look at her warm brown eyes, finding himself drawn to her. Placing his hand over his heart in a gentle gesture, he held her steady gaze as he spoke.

"I know flattery may not get me much, Miss Colette, but you are quite beautiful and I'd really like to take you out," Roman stated in his most sincere manner. He could feel his heart flutter under his hand, faster than before. This fleeting moment left him in silent suspense, holding the most calm front as he waited for her answer.

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The sincerity that Roman exuded made it impossible for Colette to outright refuse him; though her father would certainly disapprove of him. His compliment made a flash of heat color her ears and she was thankful that her hair covered it. She held his gaze, trying to decide how much of his sincerity was calculated and how much of it was real, but the endearing way his hand covered his heart made it difficult for her to believe that he was just crafting it. She tilted her knees into the booth, turning more of her body toward him, a gentle grin parting her lips to reveal a flash of white teeth. Colette leaned her slender shoulders toward him slightly, never releasing his eyes from hers.

"Flattery can get you farther than you think Mister Donovan," she assured him calmly. Her grin widened into a full smile, one that touched every feature on her face and glittered in her glance as she continued, "But tell me, if you so kindly could, why should I agree?" Colette wouldn't say yes to him simply because he called her beautiful, anyone could tell her that, she wanted something more even though she wasn't quite sure what it was.

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Although Roman had said he didn't believe flattery would get him much, he knew every girl liked a fine compliment. But surely if she was a smart girl it wouldn't buy him a date. His eyes stayed locked on hers, seeing her move just the slightest bit closer, making his smile edge up a degree. Her slick words amused him, just adding to one more thing that made him want her even more. He could tell Colette had a sharp mind and a equally sharp tongue to match. Her sweet demeanor and flawless smile had him nearly falling head over heels. His hand still remained steady on his heart, too engaged in the moment to make any new flattering gesture. Her question made his smile turn to a humored grin, liking how she kept him on his toes even in this first meeting. As he gathered his thoughts quickly, Roman switched knees, pulling him that much closer to her in the move. As his eyes turned back up to her, his face held the unavoidably sparkling smile that matched her own. Although he was a country boy, his teeth were straight and clean, the result of his good grooming habits.

"Well, for starts, miss, I'm a fantastic dancer. Second, I know all the best places in town even some of your friends here don't," he said, his hand that was once over his chest now giving a quick jaunt at the other locals in the booth, "and third, well, the rest you ain't finding out til' we goes out." A satisfied smirk fell on his face, hoping the sense of mystery and curiosity would seal the deal.

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It was inexplicable, the way she felt drawn to this boy she had never met before, and the way that their proximity, as he shifted positions, thrilled her. His first reason made her glance past him, toward the more crowded dance floor, a wild desire to make him prove himself right then running through her. But as he continued with his list, she immediately snapped her gaze back to his. Though, she couldn't help but glance back toward the booth, curious glances in all of their faces. She had forgotten that they were even there. Ruth had an unintelligible expression on her features, making Colette question herself slightly, maybe she really was reading him wrong. She rolled the inside of her cheek between her teeth, slightly less sure of herself.

She turned back to him once again, assessing him a little more closely as he finished speaking. There was something so intriguing about him, so magnetic that she wanted to say yes, but something wouldn't allow her to. His assumption that she would agree after so little banter made her shake her head slightly and received him a close lipped smile. "What if I say no?" she challenged, though there was genuine curiosity behind the question. Would he continue to pursue her? Or would he give up that easily? Even worse, would he simply stand up and go chat up Little Miss Yellow Dress who was obviously eyeing him from the bar?

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As soon as she looked away from him, back at her new-found friends, Roman knew he was about to lose her. Ruth had never been so fond of him, so anything she could say or do to keep Colette away from him he knew she would make happen. There was no particular reason for her dislike of him or him of her, but he believed she didn't approve of his forward and simply carefree ways. This knocked one point of off Roman's invisible tally. The smile faded from his face fast, a hint just nearly lingering as he heard her infamous question that struck him right in the heart. It's not like she had insulted him or outright refused him, but something about her lack of consideration of him hurt. His feelings were as real the shirt on his back, but he could tell hers were not so sure. He wasn't one to ever doubt himself, but this shot was one he treasured and the fact that he could have messed it up was making him second guess himself.

But Roman couldn't let Colette see any of this and a mere second after she had spoken, a smile crossed back on his face, and he leaned his head down momentarily, rubbing his eyes before finding an answer she couldn't refuse. "Well, Colette," he started, looking straight at her, his face almost serious, strong and stern, less friendly, more like a father explaining to his child the punishment they were about to ensue,"no matter what you say, you'll be seeing me e'ery day 'cause one no today can't mean another no tomorrow." He was about to stop there but realized it wouldn't be enough, she might even take it the wrong way, so he continued, jumping to get his intentions straight and true. "And, quite frankly, you're the only girl I've ever really wanted, I mean, really wanted," he dared, his green eyes piercing hers, hoping the sincerity and guts to even say that would be enough for her to believe him.

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She was concened she had offended him when he lowered his head to rub his eyes and was about to apologize. But his words, and even his tone, made her grin, she liked his persistence. She was about to respond when he continued and she was glad she had paused, because they made her realize she had been being ridiculous to question his sincerity. He had answered every single one of her questions without hesitation or getting annoyed with her. The strange look of Ruth's was forgotten and felt herself trusting him. She was about to continue the conversation though, tease him about what a line that was or asked hi if he used it on all the girls, when Ruth stood up suddenly, distracting her once again.

"Oh my, look at the time. Colette we really should be going soon, my Dad won't like it if I come in too late," she explained in a quick breath.

Colette glanced around, surprised to see that quite a few people had left, including some of the members she had been hanging out with. She was about to shoo Ruth ahead when she remembered that she had driven. She frowned at the other girl and her poor timing, "Alright, I'll meet you at the front." Ruth hesitated before heading out to the front of the diner in a slight huff. She glanced back toward Roman, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the girl, and smiled lightly, "These interruptions are gettin' a little tedious aren't they? Hopefully there won't be quite so many when you're takin' me out." She didn't move to stand up, not just because Roman was blocking her way out, but because she wanted to linger a little longer, even if it meant that Ruth had to wait a few more moments.

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Even though Roman saw that his words made a grin cross her pretty little face, he didn't dare return it yet, not knowing whether it was a mocking or sincere one. She still had him on edge, he hadn't quite figured out how to read her in this moment so he waited, hoping he had said the right words. But before he would know, Ruth rudely interrupted. A sharp scowl quickly consumed his face, his green eyes unhappily staring at her. He could have guessed this would come, but honestly she had the worst timing, which probably gave her an unnecessary sense of satisfaction. He wouldn't let her have all the satisfaction though, so he stayed where he was, kneeling, waiting on Colette. As she beckoned Ruth ahead, his facial expression lightened, glad to see she at least wasn't swept away in Ruth's quick rush. Her words made a soft smile appear, her last words lingering in his ears. She had agreed. He felt a swell of happiness cross through him. Satisfied, he stood slowly, outstretching a hand to help her out of the booth and hoping to walk her out.

"Well I promise we'll be going somewhere much quieter," Roman told her, the ideas already going through his head.

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Her slender hand accepted his as she stood from the booth. Standing beside him made her realize for the first time what a height gap there was between the two of them. Even with her heels on he had a good six or seven inches on her. Not that it mattered, or remotely bothered her, she just hadn't realized how tall he was. Colette slowly released his fingers as she began inching her way toward the door, hoping he would take the silent hint and follow her. She glanced over at him every few steps as she spoke, "That would be lovely." She wanted to get to know him, more than she'd ever wanted to get to know anyone before. He had this carefree way about him that she was envious of and he was unlike any boy who had ever asked her out before.

She stopped just inside the door, ignoring Ruth who was outside, tapping her foot impatiently. Colette felt somewhat badly for leaving her all alone, but then she looked into Roman's green eyes again and that guilt melted away She stepped into him, slipping her hand inside of his to squeeze it in a farewell gesture.

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As she took his hand, Roman felt the warmth of her small one, feeling a sort of comfort of her's in his. Holding a genuine smile on his face, he looked slightly down at her, now realizing she was much shorter than him. It didn't bother him, but rather inched his lips up more, enjoying her small and slight frame. He followed just behind her as she moved to the door, knowing that they were about to part way. In some ways it made him already a bit nostalgic, as if what they had was over and he could reminisce on their conversation that occurred moments ago. Another part of him felt a spark of excitement, looking forward to their next meeting and what it would entail. When she stopped by the door, he stopped just short, closer her than normal, but still far enough to seem friend. He watched her brown eyes, not being able to look at her enough, like he would forget what she looked like once she left. When she took his hand, he smiled again, returning the gentle squeeze.

"What d'ya think of seven tomorrow? Meet out front of here," he asked, deciding he couldn't wait more than another day to see her again. "And ya better come hungry," he added, smirking, deciding that he would plan some romantic little dinner.

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"Trust me Mr. Donovan, I am always hungry," she assured him with a glittery smile before she reluctantly slid her hand away from his and walked away from him. It took all her will power not to glance back over her shoulder to make sure that he was real, that the whole event hadn't just been one of her daydreams. But Colette was so ecstatic as she headed out the front door that she knew it had to have been real. She was thankful for the dark skies to hide her elation, especially when she saw the scowl that was plastered on Ruth's face. Ruth didn't greet her in any way, just stalked along beside her to her car. Colette could feel her anger drumming off of her like the buzz of an angry bee.

It took a couple moments of silence in the car for her to turn to the other girl, confusion clear in her tone, "What in heaven's name is the matter, Ruth?"

"Roman Donovan is not the sort of boy you should be gettin' mixed up with Miss Rawlin's," she replied emphatically after a pregnant pause, "He's not the sort of boy that your father would want to have takin' you out."

Colette's fingers tightened on the steering wheel as her body stiffened. "You needn't be worryin' yourself about what my father would and would not want," she began coolly, softening slightly as Ruth's shoulders sagged in the seat beside her, "Look Ruth, I like you and I appreciate you showin' me around a little tonight but my business is my business."

Ruth didn't respond and the rest of the car ride back to the house was miserably silent and awkward. Colette was annoyed that the girl had attempted to pretend like she knew what was best but she was also annoyed with herself for letting it bother her. She sighed to herself as she headed up to her house, slipping her heels off as she walked up the large porch, collapsing on the swinging bench, just letting the deafening sound of cicadas wash over her as she looked back over every moment that she had spent with Roman, glad that it was just going to be a day before she got to see him again.

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Henry had watched the entire interaction with interest, ignoring the locals who came up to talk to him except for a quick hello. He felt Roman's hurt when the pretty broad's lips said 'no,' though the conversation continued, so Henry assumed she hadn't really outright refused him. He felt like she was jerking his friend around for a moment, perhaps simply trying to figure his intentions out, before she finally agreed. His caramel eyes didn't need to watch the end of the exchange, he was digging the five cents out of his pocket in a grumbly sort of way, setting it down on the counter where Roman had been sitting beforehand. He wasn't put off by the loss of the money, they did it frequently enough that it tended to even out pretty well, nor was he surprised that she had agreed. Even from a distance Henry could feel that the two had a certain sort of link, some kind of animalistic chemistry or something.

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A soft laugh escaped from his mouth as he heard her slick comment, the full twinkle back in his eyes. He particularly enjoyed her smart sense of humor, she was sharper than most other girls. As her hand slide from his, he let both hands find their places in his pocket, savoring the moment as he watched her walk through the door and into the darkness. A content, relieved sigh rose and dropped his shoulders, lingering a moment even after she was gone before turning back to head over to Henry. He saw the dirty nickel on the counter in front of his booth seat, making him smirk in proud triumph. This game wasn't really a matter of winning or losing, but just having fun with one another.

Roman slapped his friend's back gently, in a sort of joking sympathy. "Better think twice next time ya wager on my pick up style," he teased, taking his seat, the other hand grabbing the nickel and tossing it up in the air once, catching it with ease. He looked over at Henry, knowing they would be betting on something ridiculous tomorrow. "This'll buy me that burger I've been waiting for," he added, just rubbing it in once more as the winner of the two always did. It was one way the boys bonded, always understanding each others sense of humor.

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Henry chuckled darkly as Roman mentioned a burger, returning the gentle slap on the back. "Took ya a little longer than usual though, I figured I had it in the bag," he admitted ruefully, taking a sip of the sugary pop sitting in front of him. He hadn't worked that day and wasn't nearly as ravenous as usual so the supper his mother had made was tiding him over well. He mindlessly rolled the sleeves of his button-up to his elbows, the warm diner making full length sleeves uncomfortable. Henry bided his time before asking Roman exactly what had taken place, though he was eager to know. He waited until their food appeared, picking at the small platter of fries he had ended up ordering.

It was mainly locals left at this point in the evening, most of the younger people and tourists had moved onto to other plans or gone home for a quiet evening. Henry's feet were tucked neatly on the bar stool underneath him, slowly chewing over his hot potato. Finally, he turned his attention back to the older boy, "Ya gonna tell me what happened with the broad?"

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Roman returned the chuckle at Henry's reply, understanding how that could have come across. Colette had been extremely slow in accepting and definitely kept him on his toes about it. Of course that tricky chase was what he liked the most, so pushing through all her questions and doubts was a challenge he enjoyed. As soon as the next waiter had appeared, Roman ordered himself a burger and fries, hungry even after the dinner his mother had cooked. Working as hard as he did at the lumberyard meant eating extra meals when he could, having the appetite of a fourteen year old growing boy, not a twenty-one year old man. One could say Roman was nearly a bottomless pit.

When the sat in silence, waiting for the food, Roman mulled over the events that had just recently passed, replaying the good and bad parts, reminiscing on the positive, criticizing the negative. The meeting hadn't gone exactly as he had hoped, but in general it was the outcome that matter. He started drawing up date ideas, what they could eat, where to take her that would be impressive and different from anything she had, hopefully, done before. When the food did arrive, the time had seemed to fly, lost in his thoughts, but the diner was quick at turning out hot and fresh food.

Digging in immediately, he didn't think twice about using much manners, booth elbows splayed on the table, the burger held up to his face in both hands, taking bites one after another. It wasn't until Henry piped up that Roman put it back down on the plate, moving on to a few fries as he mused over what to say. "Well I don't want to give away all my secrets..." Roman joked, smirking at Henry momentarily. "But, uh, well... I introduced myself, asked her out plain and simple but she asked me why she should say yes," he told him, telling the main facts rather than getting nitty-gritty with the details. "I told her, one, I'm a fantastic dancer," he said with a chuckle, "two, I could show her the best unknown places in town, girls love that y'know, and three, she'd have to find out the rest," he said, glancing between his fries and Henry. "And she asked what would happen if she said no, so I straight up told her how much I wanted her. And it was the truth. Y'know, there's something about her... I just, I dunno, I just couldn't let her go," he mused, but realized Henry might not be so interested in this. "But anyways, in the end she said yes so I'm seeing her tomorrow night," he finished with a big grin, proud and satisfied, taking another big bite of his burger.

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Henry shook his head with an exuberant laugh as Roman mentioned not wanting to share all his secrets. The pair were similar but had distinct styles when it came to picking up girls. Roman tended to be way more straightforward whereas Henry preferred a little subtlty and coyness. He listened to him carefully, munching on his fries as he did. As Roman started talking about how much he wanted the blonde girl, Henry paused and studied his friend. Both of them were one date only sort of men so it was strange to hear him talking about this broad like that.

"I can't believe ya lied to her about your dancin' skills," he quipped with a light chortle, nudging his friend gently in the ribs. Henry ate a few more fries before continuing, "Where ya gonna take her? And what's her name anyway?" He decided not to tease him quite yet about how he said he couldn't let her go, figuring that could wait until after the first date, especially if it didn't go so well.

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The nudge and Henry's words evoked a huff of a laugh, knowing Henry was half right. Roman managed to stretch something things in the event of a pick up, but it wasn't all lies. He was decent, but not maybe as fantastic as he let on. Taking another bite of his burger, he let the event settle between the two, giving Henry time to process the quick facts Roman had thrown at him and letting himself enjoy hearing it come from his own lips, hearing how he perceived the event. When Henry spoke again, Roman contemplated the first question and quickly realizing that he had never mentioned her name. Smiling, he replied speedily.

"Oh, her name's Colette," he told Henry, smiling at the sound of her name coming from his lips. He hadn't really thought about it before, but it was an extremely unique name, sounding foreign and unfamiliar. Most people had pretty common names, like Ruth or Henry, something simple and classic. Roman himself had an interesting name, unusual for a country lad. "I dunno, I was thinking of taking her to the old watermill by the river," he mused, wondering how much she'd enjoy it. Roman was infatuated with the place, it was more than just old and rotting, it looked haunted. Something about it's mysterious allure Roman loved. It was in a beautiful setting, by the river and just on the edge of the blooming forest. He wanted to have some sort of picnic dinner on the grassy bank to the left of the mill. It was something he knew he'd like, but he didn't want to scare Colette with it's daunting appearance. At least it would be a unique location for a date like he had promised her.

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Her name sounded so familiar and Henry was so lost in thought trying to place the name that he missed most of what Roman said, only hearing the word river. "Wait a sec, you don' mean Colette Rawlin's do ya?" he asked as he finally remembered where he'd heard the name before. He paused, waiting for confirmation from Roman before he continued, "Ma just gotta job housekeepin' at their place. She reckons her Daddy owns half of South Carolina and that's why he's never spendin' time with his daughter." He remembered a certain amount of sadness creeping across her features as she told him about it. His Ma had a soft spot for the kids that lived where she was working, she never felt like their parents spent enough time with them. Not that she was home very often either.

Henry finished off his plate of fries, the dirty dish almost immediately was cleared from in front of him and he thanked the waiter. He turned away from the gossip and back to the idea for the date. He was able to fill in the blanks, figuring he was planning on taking her to the old mill, Roman had always had a strange fascination with the place. "As long as ya don' scare her, she'd probably like that more than just a movie or somethin'."

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Alice Monroe

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Resident or Tourist? Tourist

Physical: The best way to describe Alice would be to call her delicate. She stands at 5’2” but her slim fragile frame make her appear even smaller. She has a fair complexion almost translucent complexion and chocolate colored hair that falls straight to her shoulders. She has wide eyes that are a pale, icy blue.

History: The Monroe family can trace its roots back to the Mayflower and has always been involved in politics. Her father, a senator is the latest in a long line of judges and politicians. With her parents constantly traveling back and forth between Washington and their home in Philadelphia, Alice was shipped off to a small all-girls boarding school each September. With everything going on in Europe it was decided that Alice would spend her summer with her grandparents in Seabrook this year.

At first glance, Alice guessed they probably looked like a lovely couple. Calvin was handsome in a clean-cut and collegiate way. He had sandy hair and a smile that was confident, if not a bit arrogant, and his skin had a healthy glow from an afternoon playing tennis in the warm sun. Alice’s dark straight hair was pulled back by a neat ribbon that matched her dress- white and simple yet pretty and fashionable. Her posture was perfect as she sat across the table from him, her blue eyes focused on Calvin as he chatted away.

But they weren’t. Not at all. The most obvious being that they had only just met. They had both been out to dinner, not at the diner but the restaurant, Alice with her grandparents and Calvin with his parents who had clearly planned this serendipitous meeting. After quite a bit of nudging and hinting from both parties, Calvin had offered to take her into the diner for the best ice cream afterwards and Alice had agreed. Alice always agreed.

She supposed that wouldn’t have been an issue, if either of them were at all interested in the other. But Calvin had spent the entire time talking about himself. According to the clock on the wall on the wall behind Calvin’s head it had been ten minutes since she had last spoken, and that had been when the waitress came over to take their order. Alice was shy and perhaps she wouldn’t have said anything otherwise but it would have been nice if he’d given her the option.

They might have even got past that if he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off the waitress for more than a second. So Alice sat quietly, idly wondering whether he’d go on talking to himself if she left to use the powder room or if he’d notice that she’d gone. But she didn't get up or speak or do anything at all other than sit and smile politely as Calvin spoke. In the end, it was Calvin who excused himself, leaving Alice alone with her ice cream and her thoughts while he used the bathroom. Or maybe went to find the waitress. Alice wasn't quite sure. She also wasn't quite sure that she cared.

Edited by Just_Ducky

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"Yep, that's her," Roman replied quickly to Henry's question, obvious that something had clicked inside him, mentally, at the sound of her name. Roman waited in curious suspense for an explanation, but Henry was quick to tell. The gossip interested him, not leaving him one-hundred percent shocked, he could have guessed she came from a rich family by the way she dressed and presented herself, but that rich and a family life like that? It gave Roman mixed feelings, sorry about her father situation but impressed by her financial situation. Either way he didn't let himself think much of it, it was all speculation through observation and word of mouth, so he didn't want to put and prejudices on Colette before really getting to know her.

Finishing his burger, he stuffed down the last of his fries just as the waiter came to take Henry's plate, thus taking Roman's empty one too. Giving the waiter a silent thank you nod, he fished out an extra nickel to cover the rest of the cost of his fries, concerning himself with how much tip he should leave, if any at all when he heard Henry's two cents about his date idea. He nodded, agreeing silently, deciding it was probably his best bet. Yet he knew the date could go one of two ways ? she would either love it or hate it. He had gathered from the earlier conversation that she might be one who enjoyed something decrepit and old, seeing the beauty in it's decay as Roman did. But he didn't really know her at all, so he was leaning his success on his perception skills.

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Henry dug out the appropriate change, setting it on the countertop with a small tip. He stretched his long legs out, realizing with a small start that he hadn't moved from the stool the entire evening. It was rare for him to sit still that long and the fact that he hadn't actually done anything that evening wasn't sitting well with him. He glanced around the room again, checking to see if there was anyone familiar he could shoot the breeze with for a moment. But, unluckily, there were only a couple handfuls of people left, most notably a wealthy looking couple. Or at least he assumed they were a couple, though she didn't look too interested in whatever it was that he was saying to her. He watched them for a moment before his gaze turned to the clock and then back to Roman.

It wasn't late, not by their standards. But, Henry was supposed to help Pops clean out some stuff from the basement before they headed to work together, which meant an abnormally early morning. He was about to explain this to Roman when movement caught his attention and he watched the guy slope away from the girl. He let out a quiet, low whistle, nodding toward the small girl, "If I had a gal like that I don't think I could leave her alone, d'ya?"

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