25 3 / 2012
JULIAN AND HOPE
Hope wasn’t really Julian’s usual type.
Oh, she was pretty, that was for sure. But she was also inhumanely polite, unbelievably sweet. Not the typical snarky asshole that Julian usually went for.
But she blushed prettily when he pulled out her chair. She murmured her thanks with a soft smile when he payed for her dinner. And at the end of the night, she blinked up at him through wide, doe-like eyes, shuffling slightly on the doorstep until he pressed his lips softly to hers.
"Will you call me?" She asked softly, pink lips curved just slightly.
Julian nodded, fingers brushing over her palm. “Yes. I will.”