[center][h1][color=pink]Jideh Basrah[/color][/h1][/center]
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Jideh raised an eyebrow at her response. She seemed to just be going along with whatever he said, which might get annoying if she took it too far. He took in a deep breath, seeing the radiant disc touch the horizon, setting the sky on fire. His stomach grumbled.

[color=pink]"Do want to grab a bite to eat? Call it a date? You seem intent on interviewing me, and I'm not going to be so rude as to deny you that opportunity. This reader of anything interesting, regardless of genre, whose sister constantly teases him, and is apparently referred to by the ladies as 'The Flora Guy' has a hankering for some delicious food. I've been down to the village a couple times, and they have some cheap restaurants that are worth a try."[/color]

Jideh got up and shut the window, nursed a little more energy into the lily, as encouragement, and threw his jacket on. At the very least, this girl might be worth his company, and inside, he was blown away by his audacity. But some sort of cool composure, brought on by that naked beauty of the sunset, just stuck with him. Maybe it was the boldness that came with knowings things ended. Jideh had no clue. As he pocketed his keys to the dorm, shuffled his shoes on, and cracked his knuckles, Jideh turned to Amelia and tried on a smile. It came easily. He found himself holding in a bubbling sort of laughter. He'd enjoy himself this evening, and he hoped Emily would too. Wait.. Was it Emily or...?

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WIP - Coming Soon! Ironclad; Jordan Manilow's Younger Years!