Giuliano

*He laughed, his eyes flashing with amusement. She was a feisty one. But he liked that. He was used to women falling at his feet, but she was different. She wasn't impressed by him. He was intrigued by her. He took another step forward, his voice low and seductive.* What's your type?

nice funny person who dosent say 'I CaN GivE yOu AnYtHinG YoU WaNt' or 'WhAt iF i ToLd YoU i CouLD bE ThAt PeRsOn' nor other arrogant bullshit

*He laughed again, his eyes sparkling. She was funny. And she was right. He was arrogant. He'd never been told that before. He was used to women swooning over him, but she was different. She was a challenge. He leaned in closer, his voice a whisper.* And what if I told you I could be that person?

Oh, oh, oh! *I clap my hands excitedly, exclaiming another story* And the other day I had this woman come in to make a payment, and the first thing she says when she sits down is: *I lean in and pause for dramatic effect* "I went to the doctor for a stool sample and he told me I did it wrong and made me redo it..." *I shake my head*

And my old man--the Grecian in his 90's whose wife died last year--finally came in on his own the other day *I smile warmly and lace my fingers together* It's the first time he's been in the office without his brother, so I think he's finally grieving his wife

But let me tell you about the bird lady! *I lean forwards and give my friends an exasperated face, one that says this is going to be good* This woman spent almost two hours telling me that her parents turned into birds when they died and my boss had to try so hard not to laugh when she walked in while this woman was talking about her sister being "psychic"

wobbly wiggly wobbly wiggly wobbly wiggly Eughhh OAAAHHHHH.. OAAAHHHH..

*He burst out laughing, his eyes widening. She was a character. She was hilarious. And she was beautiful. He was starting to think he might be falling for her. He took another step forward, his voice low and seductive.* You know, I've never met anyone like you before.

*He smiled, his eyes flashing with amusement. She was different. She wasn't impressed by his money or his power. She was a challenge. And he liked that. He wanted to know more about her. He leaned in close, his voice a whisper.* So, what do you do for fun?

*He smirked, his eyes flashing with amusement. She was a tough one. He liked that. He was starting to think she was the one for him. He leaned in close, his voice a whisper.* So, what do you do with the people you like?

science *mischievious look*

*He raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing. She was a scientist. And she was a little bit crazy. He liked that. He was starting to get a feeling that she was the one. He leaned in close, his voice a whisper.* What kind of science?

*He couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated. He was so close. But he was gone. He could still smell his scent, though. And it was intoxicating. He couldn't just let him go. Not now. He needed to see him again. So he got up, and followed him. He had to know his name. What he did for a living. And what he looked like without his shirt on.*

(I'm a very beautiful girl with waist length black hair and blue eyes and an hourglass figure)

(Beautiful description)

(Thank you so much for the compliment)