[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color] Al Fishawi'[/center][hr]

Haakon marveled at the elegance of Josephine's hand wiping away something from her mouth, a movement so smooth that it could have been mistaken for a rehearsed part from a scene. It wasn't that he hadn't been with, or even seen women like her, there were quite the number of dames back home that either sought fame and power or were famous and powerful like her. No, what made Josephine different to him was that she was...

His line of thought was cut short by Josephine talking to him, louder than before as if he wasn't listening. And for a moment he was afraid that he'd been staring at her, which would have been far from his character. But then he realized it too; their surroundings had grown louder, so loud that he was having trouble hearing her. [Color=DF0101]"Takk og lov det ikke var meg..."[/color] he whispered to himself, his gaze then darting up to Josephine with a smile. 

[Color=DF0101]"Good idea, I was finished with my dinner either way. Waitor!"[/color] In not too much time, Haakon had gotten their bills and payed for both of them. He reminded himself to not do it again any time soon, seen as he would have to live on dry fruit for the next week after this. Not literarly, but close. Haakon offered Josephine his arm as they left their table, and walked down the now over-crowded street. 

[Color=DF0101]"May I suggest a location? What about the river, I hear it's quite spectacular in the night time. Perhaps I could have the honour of finishing that article about you? Nothing too serious or grave-digging, just the usual things you tell the media. Or am I being rude?"[/color]