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Post by Ira Grey on Dec 17, 2008 21:30:54 GMT -5
Ira nodded, smiling. "Yeah." He looked down at the floor. "I've never been able to talk to people easily," he said. "In high school, I-I was always that kid whose friends would drag him to school dances and then spend the whole night in the corner, hoping against hope that no one would ask me to dance." He felt himself blush again, not meaning to have blurted out this long explanation of why he could barely talk.
Ira shrugged, smiling. "It's not nearly as exciting as it sounds. There's a lot of going through computer files and data, but it does have its moments." He grinned. "My brother always tells me I'm like one of those hacker guys in heist movies."
Ira stepped forward and ordered a mocha, then started to pull out his wallet to pay for the two of them.
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Post by rosie on Dec 18, 2008 17:47:00 GMT -5
Rosie listened to Ira as he spoke of his days at school, it seemed really rather sad. And she immediately felt her heart go out to him. However she didn't know what to say to him, because she didn't want to come across like she was being patronising.
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that Ira, it's kind of understandable now, but you're older now, maybe it's time to try and start coming out of your shell more, and well you don't have to do it alone" Rosie said slowly and softly, as she once again took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze for re-assurance. She caught the blush again, but she decided to let it go. It was obviously something the poor guy had no control over.
"I see, well I believe everybody thinks their own job isn't that exciting, but it always appears so to others" Rosie explained, thinking of her brother Tony whom she had been mourning who was also an FBI agent. "Hacker guy in a heist movie, now that does sound interesting" Rosie added with a grin.
Rosie saw Ira bringing out his wallet to pay for the drinks, but Rosie put her hand on top his gently, "No, I said I was getting these because you were so kind and cheered me up" she spoke softly as she brought out her purse and handed over the money to pay for the drinks.
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Post by Ira Grey on Dec 22, 2008 22:28:45 GMT -5
Ira nodded as Rosie squeezed his hand again. "I know, I just don't..." He trailed off, looking down at the floor. "I don't know...how." For once, he managed to keep himself from blushing, but couldn't make himself make eye contact with Rosie. Come on, Ira. Pull yourself together, he told himself, giving himself a mental slap in the face.
Ira laughed. "Yeah. It's kind of funny sometimes," he said, grinning. "In movies like that where they'll be going on about all this technical computer jargon, I always know exactly what they're talking about." He grinned sheepishly.
"Well, if you insist, I guess." Ira put his wallet back into his pocket, stepping back to wait for the drinks.
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Post by rosie on Dec 24, 2008 13:24:16 GMT -5
Rosie wasn't quite sure what else there was she could say or do to make Ira feel less awkward around her. She'd done all she could as far as she was concerned. Well as much as she could without pusing any boundaries anyway. She sighed gently, because she actually rather liked Ira. He was sweet and the fact he was so awkward actually made him all the more endearing in Rosie's eyes.
However Rosie was lonely. She hated the fact that her brother was now dead and the other one missing, feared dead. She needed someone in her life and she was beginning to wonder if she ever would get someone in her life. Someone special. Someone a lot like Ira in many ways, but he was so awkward around her, she figured trying to break him down wasn't going to be particularly easy.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, other than what I've said and done already, I can only say that maybe the more time you spend with me, the better it might become for you" she repeated pretty much what she'd said a bit earlier in their conversation. She followed it with a gentle sigh.
She was still laughing at the computer stuff. "Yeah, I'd be watching it and be totally lost, it's good to know someone who can tell you what they're talking about you know" Rosie said, explaining how having someone with computer knowledge could be very useful, however she was joking slightly and winked as she said the words.
"I do insist" Rosie said with a grin, as she paid for the drinks, she took them, and handed his mocha to Ira as she kept a hold of her own and walked over to a quiet booth toward the back of the place. Before she sat down however, she had this incredible urge to snap Ira out of his awkwardness and ot even really thinking about it, before she sat down, she kissed him gently but quickly, "You know that might help ease the atmosphere" she said, and then immediately regretted it. The guy was awkward around her, and what had she done? She'd only gone and kissed him and probably made him a hundred times worse, he'd run out on her, of that she was sure. And if he did, there wouldn't be anything she could do about it, it would be her own fault. "I'm sorry" she muttered a few seconds afterward, "Don't know why I did that, it was like an urge I couldn't resist" she said, as she looked down at her feet feeling terrible now. She had been so nice to him, trying to understand, and now she'd just probably blown it in a stupid moment.
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Post by Ira Grey on Dec 25, 2008 21:09:52 GMT -5
Ira nodded, realizing that she was right. He decided he wasn't going to worry about his general awkwardness with women just then. Hey, at least there was one woman in the world that he was finding it easier--if only a little--to talk to. It's progress, I guess, he thought.
Rosie was still laughing at what Ira had been saying about knowing most of the technical jargon used in movies and on TV, and Ira laughed too. The drinks finally came and they headed for a table. As Ira sat down, without warning, Rosie leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss. He felt his eyes widen unconsciously, a smile playing on his lips despite feeling himself blush yet again, and then he realized something else. He could almost always control his ability, but he realized that he had inadvertently frozen his coffee. His eyes widened again. Oh. Damn. He set his now-frozen coffee down, hoping she wouldn't notice that hey, guess what, this dude just sent ice shooting out of his hands, essentially.
Rosie had started to apologize for kissing him, but he stopped her. "You don't have to apologize," he said. "It's okay." He smiled.
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Post by rosie on Dec 25, 2008 21:43:29 GMT -5
Rosie was really trying to melt Ira's heart now, and she didn't know why, because they'd only been speaking to each other for about an hour, she wasn't even sure if he felt it, but she thought there was some sort of attraction going on there between them, even if it was a rather awkward one. She smiled as he nodded his head in agreement to her statement about it being easier for him the more he talked and spent time with her.
Of course then she had to go and blow it, or so she thought by giving him that ever so quick kiss. But it was like she was just thinking, let's get past the really awkward stage and take it from there and see how it goes. However, she hadn't quite expected the reaction she got from him.
The blush yes, but the frozen coffee, not quite. He probably hoped she hadn't seen it, but she had. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, however he had said she didn't need to apologise to him for her kissing him. She looked up slowly, her eyes bright, almost stinging with tears, because she thought she'd blown it with him. Rosie was just lonely, and it just felt so good to have someone give her attention, no matter how awkward it was.
"You really didn't mind?" she asked softly, desperate to kiss him again, and yet not wanting to take the initiative again for fear of chasing him away completely. Then she pointed to the coffee, "I see what you've done" she said and smiled, then she turned around, "Can we have another mocha over here please and a glass of water thanks" then she turned to Ira again smiling.
Rosie moved the frozen one out of the way of eyes, and when the waiter came over, she just smiled sheepishly, "The other one got spilled" she said, and the waiter, just put down the fresh mocha and the glass of water and bowed, she paid him and then he left them alone again.
Pushing the mocha over to Ira, she brought the glass toward her, taking a quick look around to make sure nobody was watching, "Watch this" she said, and then hovered her hand above the glass, swirling it around a few times, closed her eyes and thought of a rose, and from the water, it turned into a rose formation, a thick solid ice rose.
"There you go, something to remember me by, well until it melts anyway" she said and laughed, biting down on her lip slightly. "Looks like we both have an ability and the same one too, how awesome is that?" she couldn't help but ask, she just happened to befriend a guy she thought was adorable, and wanted to get to know more and he had the same ability as she did.
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Post by Ira Grey on Dec 28, 2008 20:13:24 GMT -5
Ira felt his jaw tighten when he realized that Rosie had noticed that he had frozen his coffee. He glanced at her, not sure what he should say. Like, hey, by the way, I can shoot ice out of my fingertips? Hey, I can create ice out of thin air?
Rosie went on to order him another mocha to replace his, um, frozen one and also got a glass of water. Huh? Ira couldn't help but stare as Rosie waved her hand over the glass, looking like she was about to....oh. He couldn't help it, he felt his jaw drop and then quickly shut his mouth, staring at the ice rose that she pushed across the table. He looked at Rosie again. It's not just me, he realized, a grin spreading across his face.
Thinking quickly, he moved his hand over the frozen coffee, pulling it out of the cup and forming it into a star shape, pushing it across the table to Rosie, surprising himself with his boldness. "There," he said, smiling.
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Post by rosie on Dec 28, 2008 21:53:21 GMT -5
Rosie hadn't even noticed how flustered Ira looked when she busied herself ordering a new mocha for him, pushing the frozen one aside away from viewing eyes. It was all natural to Rosie, she hadn't even begun to think how Ira would feel about her just taking control the way she had.
He had gone all quiet on her, something Rosie didn't really like, it was awkward for her when there was a silence, so she was desperate to fill the silence. However she watched as Ira brought his frozen coffee toward himself and making a star out of it and pushing it toward her. She looked at it, and held it in her hands.
"Oh very pretty" she said, feeling like a child, but she did notice how he had a grin on his face, maybe he was relieved to know there was someone out there with an ability like him, and the same ability too, what could be more magical than that? She reached her hand across the table "Don't you think it's wonderful we have the same ability?" she asked him softly, as she allowed her hand to hold his once more, her rose still solid so far.
She knew how awkward he was around her, but she hoped the fact they both shared the same ability might help them move on past the awkward stage and she found she couldn't help but ask the question, "So, are we just going to be friends, or do you think there's a chance we could see each other again?" she asked him, circling the palm of his hand with her thumbs, as she looked into his gorgeous eyes and smiled at him.
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Post by Ira Grey on Dec 31, 2008 0:10:54 GMT -5
Rosie reached across the table and took Ira's hand again. He looked at her, nodding. "I...I didn't know there was anyone else like...me." He looked down at the ice rose, not yet melted. "I thought it was just me...I thought I was the only one." He glanced up again, smiling now. "I was wrong."
Then Rosie voiced the question that Ira had been thinking for the past half hour or so--would this be going any further? He took a sip of his coffee, trying to come up with the words to say what he was thinking. "I-I hope so," he finally came up with. Before he knew what he was thinking, he blurted out, "I like you." Then he realized what he had said and blushed furiously again.
The quiet was broken by the pager on his belt beeping. "Damn," he muttered, looking at it, seeing that he needed to go back to work. He looked at Rosie again. "Um, I need to go back to work," he said reluctantly. "But, um..." He dug around in his bag, pulling out his notebook and a pen, tearing out a sheet of paper, and writing his phone number on it. "Um, here's my phone number." He pushed the paper across the table to Rosie, then stood, swinging his bag over his shoulder. "I guess I'll see you, um, later, then."
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Post by rosie on Dec 31, 2008 21:17:23 GMT -5
Rosie nodded her head slowly with a warm smile on her face, "Yes you were wrong, you are definitely not alone Ira, and I don't think we're the only ones either" she added still smiling, but keeping her voice low.
Rosie definitely liked Ira, and even though it was too early to tell what could happen, she certainly wouldn't complain if it went any further between them. Although she wasn't silly, he was awkward around females, but at least he had broken some sort of ice around her, so to speak. With a bit of luck, something slow could build from this she thought.
She smiled when he said he hoped they would see each other again, and she bit her bottom lip to stop her from laughing when he blushed furiously after blurting out he liked her. "Well that's good, because I like you too" she said softly. However, just at that moment Ira's pager went off and Rosie knew that would mean he would have to leave her.
As he stumbled over apologies about having to leave, her wrote his number down on a piece of paper and handed it to her. She smiled. "It's alright, I understand, and thank you, I'll be sure to call you" she replied grinning. "And you will see me later, of that I can guarantee" she said softly, as she stood up, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, she didn't want to repeat her earlier kiss for fear of embarrassing him again. "Bye then" she added softly, as she watched him walk off and she looked at the piece of paper with his number on it, clutching it to her chest and smiling, no more being alone for you Rosie Osborne, she said to herself.
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