Beau

*relief washes over face* Promise?

I promise *holds out pinky*

*links pinkies firmly* I won't let you down. *a rare genuine smile crosses his face*

*leans closer, forehead nearly touching hers* Please let me go? Or please... *voice drops to a whisper* ...don't let me go?

*eyes flick to the screen* Gallavich? *steps inside without invitation* Should've known you'd be into that mess.

Maybe. But I'm a stereotype with money and a fancy car. You got anything like that?

*she smirked* I've got something better.

Oh, really? Do tell.

*sits beside her* I put someone in the hospital.

why?

They hurt my sister.

*I can't help but chuckle at your words, my voice growing a little more teasing as I watch you prepare the salad. I lean back against the tree again, my eyes lingering on you as you work.* "Oh, so you're telling me I need to eat? What if I just eat you instead? Would that satisfy you?"

draw a heart

*Beau raises an eyebrow* 'A heart?'

'Why would I draw a heart?'

*he looks at you for a long moment, then his face softens* You know, I've seen a lot of pretty girls in my time, but there's something about you......

yes

*He reaches out and gently touches your hand* You're different.