[b][color=f26522]Sasha O'Neill[/color] [color=fff200]&[/color] [color=00a99d]Jean Belair[/color][/b]

[color=f26522]''For me it does not matter if a story is interesting or not, I am not a reader I am a writer and I love to listen to the tales a teller shares with me''[/color] Sasha said as she noted his gaze was upon her. She went silent as Vladimi'rs Phone went of. She supressed a smile when she saw his huge Phone. She almost thought that the museum of techinical history called, for they missed their exhibition piece. Her inner reporter surfaced and Sasha listened very carefully. When he hung up she was silent for a moment before she dared to ask something..

[color=f26522]''So, now that you are no longer with SOLDIER, can you maby tell me what exactly happend within NY?''[/color] she asked of him as her eye slid towards his silver Earring. The little piece of precious metal had pulled her attention before, and now again. She wondered just whant kind of story was hidden behind that earpiece as well. She looked at the time, Jean had been gone for a while now and Sashe felt the akward feeling of being alone with Vladimir rising within the minute. 

[color=f26522]''Even if you do not wish to share your own story right now I would love to hear it anytime soon. You can always say no to publishing your tale''[/color] Sasha offered with a smile. She was legit interestid in his background. How old was he, where was he born, all those questions floated through her mind. She remembered that he was, ontop of being a vampire, a werewolf. Nervously she played with her hair, braiding it in this styla and then in that style. Everything to distract her from the handsome piece of greek, no russian, god that sat infront of her.
[color=f26522]''Your wolf form is also very pretty. Though I only saw but a flash of it''[/color]