Not Sure, Maybe (Tag CASSY)

[GREYSON ALBERT DE LUCA.]

He was rich enough to own a villa, but did he really need to spend his money on one. If he could find an apartment with a lot of space or a three or four story townhouse then he would be fine. He needed space, a place that if he needed to do construction he would be able to. If could find a two story apartment, he'd turn the upstairs into his studio, tear down walls if there was two rooms upstairs. If it was one big room upstairs, then he could turn the bottom floor into his bedroom. It would be an od site for someone to walk into, but it would work. That way his money could be used toward his career more than his house.

His realtor was showing him an apartment that wasn't too far away from the main highway, but far enough to where you wouldn't be able to hear the cars rushing by. It was ok, maybe a little smaller than he would have liked, but the price was good. No, he wasn't in love with this apartment. There was no rush in finding a house. His mom and sister have been living here for the last three months, so he had two homes to rest his head at night.

Greyson just felt like he was intruding on his family's space. He after all made wedding dresses, which meant a lot of delicate fabric, needles and pins, sharp scissors, and other supplies. He had fake flower samples, fabric squares, and other items in binders for consultations as a wedding planner. A lot of his things would be settled into an office space at the wedding shop, but he just hadn't gotten around to it.

"Not the one for me" "Not a problem, there are a few others I think you'll be interested in. We can meet after lunch or tomorrow." "Tomorrow would be better. Just email me the details" He heard himself say as the man was locking up the apartment. "I need to drop something off at my daughters" The man's voice sounded weird when he mentioned his daughter. "That's fine" They had driven together, so he couldn't really leave until the realtor left.

The twenty-seven year old found himself following the man to the car then back to another apartment. He knocked on the door and Greyson just stood there with his hands behind his back. No one answered, no sign of life inside the apartment. It was about 10:45 in the morning, maybe the girl just slept in or maybe she wasn't there. Greyson didn't say anything as the man knocked on the door once more, before answering his cellphone. Then all of the sudden he was left with a box with the name Cass written on it. The realtor was out of site and Greyson didn't even think about the fact he had just been left stranded. He knocked on the door, his knock sounded more timid than that the realtor's knock. "Hello? Anyone home?"

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/oceanbreezebg-green.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] flightless bird now i’m a fat house cat. nursing my sore, blunt tongue. watching the warm poison rats crawl through the wide fence cracks. pissing on magazine photos. those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean blood of christ mountain stream. Cassidy had talked to her dad on the phone that morning, and agreed to let him bring a box of her old stuff he'd found in the attic, over to her apartment later. He had apparently had to show someone a bunch of places around town, and even in her apartment complex, so as soon as he was done with showing the guy around, he would bring the box by her place. She wasn't too excited about it, seeing as how she'd been avoiding him for months now, in an attempt to clear her head of his constant insults and put downs that she could honestly do without. Sometimes she honestly wanted to punch her dad in the throat; and she almost had, more than a couple of times. was just getting in the shower when she heard a strong knock on the door. She rolled her eyes, muttering to herself as she let the water wash over her head, blocking out any other sounds. It wasn't until she moved out of the water to put the shampoo in her hair, when she heard the softer knock, and an unfamiliar voice. Cassie furrowed her brows together in confusion, and turned off the water, leaving her hair unshampooed as she grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it around herself. She held it closed with her fist as she walked out into the living room and opened the door to see a strange guy standing with a box in his arms. She raised an eyebrow, about to ask who he was, when she saw her name, Cass, scrawled in her dad's handwriting on the top of the box. "Oh." She sighed, "Alright, bring it in here." She turned and walked off, leaving the door wide open for the guy to come in and leading him to a closet where he could put it on the top shelf, where a pair of old ballet shoes and sheet music were sprawled out randomly, when she'd thrown them up there. "So how much did my dad pay you to bring it here, so he wouldn't have to face me like a man with balls, anyway?" dunno how many words, but this post is for izzi and cassie's wearing... well... a towel <3

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He had not expected to see bare shoulders. He had not expected to see a girl in a towel with shampoo in her hair, and a pretty girl. The father wasn't all that pretty of a man, not to say he was expecting an ugly looking girl. He was not expecting anything really. Greyson was just glad these thoughts were in his head and not coming out of his mouth. There was something about a gorgeous girl in nothing but a towel that was just beautiful, made him feel more at peace. It was an odd, but pleasant feeling.

There was no hello, who are you, but instead an 'oh'. He stepped inside and followed her into the room. She pointed to a shelf and he placed the box on it. Greyson tried to keep his eyes from wandering. Luckily he heard paper falling behind him. Greyson turned back around to pick up the music sheets that fell to the ground behind him. He didn't care that it would cause his pants to press against his arse, but who really thought about that when bending down to pick something up.

"He didn't pay me anything" He said very calmly as his eyes moved across the sheet music until he stood up straight. "Actually" He took a sneak peak at the girl, then back to the sheet music. "He sort of abandoned me here." He could hear that same tone of voice in this girl that was in her father's voice only a few minutes ago. Of course, Greyson was smart enough not to bring that up. "No, idea where he went. Just left in a hurry." His words were spread out, because his concentration was more on the sheet music than what he was saying.

"Did you write this?" He looked up from the sheet and raised the paper a bit. His eyes instantly moved toward the girl's head. Greyson kept telling himself he was not going to give the young girl a look over. He wasn't even sure how old the girl was, for all he knew she was 18 and just barely legal. He handed the sheet music to Cassidy before placing his hands in his pant pockets. "It's really good, ok well It looks like it would sound really good. My sister is more the musician of the family than me."

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/oceanbreezebg-green.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] flightless bird now i’m a fat house cat. nursing my sore, blunt tongue. watching the warm poison rats crawl through the wide fence cracks. pissing on magazine photos. those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean blood of christ mountain stream. Cassidy didn't even notice when some of her sheet music fell to the ground; that is, until she saw him bend down to pick somethig up. And when she looked over to see what he was picking up, she couldn't help but notice the tension in his jeans, in the rear area... But she quickly shook herself out of it and cleared her throat once. "Well. That does sound like my dad. Running off and leavin' you someplace 'cause he has somethin' better to do. Asshole." She drawled, her accent slipping out here and there as it always did when she talked about anything that upset her, such as her dad. She sighed, shaking her head and putting one hand on her hips while the other held her towel to her chest. It dawned on her, then, that she hadn't even been nice to this man in the least; she hadn't said hello, she hadn't introduced herself, even though he already knew part of her name, via her name on the box, but still. She felt a little bad. "My name's Cassidy, by the way. Cassidy Vance. Sorry I didn't mention that at first... oh." She then saw what he was holding in his hands, and something inside of her wanted to jump at him and grab the music out of his hands before he could see it. "Uhhhh yes sir, I did write that, but it's no good. Hence why it was in the closet. Where no one could ever find it." Cassidy took the sheet music from him, trying with all she had not to just rip the papers from his hands and toss them back up in the closet. That closet was for Crap from the Past, which is why she had put that sheet music in there. Because, in her opinion, it was crap, seeing as how some of them were the first ones she'd written. "Trust me... I'm much better at writing songs now, then I was back then. God, so much better. And thank the lord, 'cause lemme tell ya, if I wrote music like I did back then, now, I wouldn't be gettin' gigs or nothin." She rambled, taking a deep breath and shutting the closet door, leaning up against it. She had no idea why she felt like she did, just then, but something about this guy made her feel a bit... out of her comfort zone. Or maybe it was the fact that she was in nothing but a towel and still had suds in her hair... dunno how many words, but this post is for izzi and cassie's wearing... well... a towel <3

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[GREYSON ALBERT DE LUCA.]

He could only think to give a polite smile as she spoke. Sometimes he felt awkward when other people talked. It wasn't like he wasn't interested in what they were saying, but in all honest he didn't know how else to describe it. He never really thought himself as a narcissistic person, but maybe he was, maybe a little. No, he was most certainly not, at least not all the time. Greyson shifted his hand out of his pocket as if he was going to shake her hand. You know like a proper person would when greeting people. Some people thought a kiss on the hand was more proper, but he thought those people were living in a different century and should stick to finding people who thought that gesture kind and not disturbing.

Yes, inside his head at this very moment he was thinking of all these things. Rude, yes, but he couldn't help connect things with actions or sites. It automatically occurred, it was not something he could simple turn on or off. When it didn't occur he would wish it would, because usually it was during some sort of long and boring speech that his mind couldn't connect any random thoughts with. "The name is Greyson, Greyson De Luca and I'd shake your hand, but I think you need both of your hands at the moment." He gave a warm smile and then looked down to his feet. Oh how he wished he would have worn nice shiny black shoes instead of sandals. "I think I'll just leave you to your shower. You don't want to keep that shampoo in your hair too long. " He looked up back up for a second only to look toward the door into living and kitchen area. " Do you have a land line and book I might use. My cell's dead and I should find me a taxi."




Maybe, he wouldn't leave the area right away, maybe he'd go walking and see if there was a diner near by. Then he could just use the diner's phone, if they were nice enough to let him. Greyson looked up toward her. He walked out of her room only to pop his head back in. "By the way I'm sure that piece of sheet music was all too terrible. Maybe it just needs a little love or spice, whatever that phrase is" He disappeared from the door frame for a second then reappeared again.

"oh, and please don't call me sir... makes me feel old."

He moved out of the door frame for good and headed in to the kitchen. He should be able to find it on his own. He'd check the normal spots where people kept their yellow books or list of taxis. First the designated junk drawer and then the fridge.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/oceanbreezebg-green.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] flightless bird now i’m a fat house cat. nursing my sore, blunt tongue. watching the warm poison rats crawl through the wide fence cracks. pissing on magazine photos. those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean blood of christ mountain stream. Cassidy looked down at herself at his mention that she needed the use of both of her hands, and immediately flushed. Crap. She'd almost forgotten that she was in nothing but a towel. She kicked herself mentally, and was so embarrassed that she only heard something about shampoo, cell phone dead and taxi. Then she snapped out of it and shook her head, "No landline. But if you're okay with waiting on the couch for no more than five minutes, I'd be happy to drive you to wherever you need to be. Its the least I can do, considering it was my father who left you stranded here." Following him into the kitchen, Cassidy bit her lip. "Er... I also don't have a phone book. Never really needed one, I guess." She felt a little ridiculous, but she didn't want him to go searching through her kitchen for something that wasn't even there. "Alright, look. If you promise to let me get you where you need to go, then I won't ever call you sir again." She gave him a bit of a playful smile, leaning on the doorway. "Otherwise I'll be forced to use it every time I address you. Sir." Okay, she felt a bit odd saying that, but it was out there and she couldn't take it back, even if she wanted to. "Just wait here for a moment." And with that, she darted into the bathroom, grabbed the shower hose off it's hook and quickly rinsed her hair out. She then ran back into her room, throwing on a pair of boxer shorts, a long t-shirt and a pair of socks, and was back out in less than three minutes. Not really her personal best so far as a quick change of clothes went, but it would have to do. "Okay. Now. Where do I need to get you to?" dunno how many words, but this post is for izzi and cassie's wearing... well... a towel <3

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[GREYSON ALBERT DE LUCA.]

He could only smile ever so slightly when she told him she'd keep calling him sir. He wasn't going to refuse a ride from her, so he wasn't sure why she'd go there before she let him answer. "Alright, I'll just wait here" Greyson watched as the girl darted back into the room. She had nice calves, but he wasn't about to compliment them out loud unless there would be too much silence between them.

"Your going to go out in your boxer shorts" He commented as the girl reappeared. Her hair was wet and her appearance looked rush. "Look, I'm in no rush, unless you have somewhere to be. How about you put some jeans on and I'll treat you to lunch or brunch? Maybe, it'll make up for your dad leaving a stranger with a box at your door?" Not like he needed a real excuse to ask the girl to lunch, but he suddenly felt like company might be a good thing.

"I'm not budging from this spot, until you come back out here with at least dry hair and jeans on." A smirk came across his face as Greyson waited to see what she would do. His hands crossed in front of his chest as he made eye contact with the girl. There was nothing else he could think to do. There was nothing he could think to say. He could have very well just asked her to drop him off somewhere then got his sister to join him for lunch or brunch. Greyson could eat with his sister anytime. The chances of running into Cass again were few, even if the girl's dad was his realtor.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/oceanbreezebg-green.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] flightless bird now i’m a fat house cat. nursing my sore, blunt tongue. watching the warm poison rats crawl through the wide fence cracks. pissing on magazine photos. those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean blood of christ mountain stream. Cassie simply blinked at Greyson at his reaction to her wearing boxers. “Uhh... yes? What's wrong with wearing boxers? I'll tuck in my shirt and it'll look like I'm wearing shorts. Shorts with the john deer slogan on them, sure, but hey, they could be a new style.” She shrugged, crossing one arm over her torso to hold onto the elbow of her other arm, which hung by her side. When he suggested taking her out to brunch, she wrinkled her nose slightly, and only slightly. Not that she didn't appreciate the gesture... but when people took her out for food, and they weren't her closest friends or her brothers, it was usually for charity or pity of some sort. And that usually ended in her having to drive someone to the hospital because she may or may not have ruined someone's chances of ever creating offspring. Cassidy laughed a bit when he told her he wasn't going to budge until she had dry hair and jeans on, then shook her head in amusement. He had spunk, and she liked that. She smiled at the man, moving closer and putting a hand on his cheek, a friendly gesture and nothing more. “You're a sweetheart. Really you are. But like you said before, my dad dropping you off at a stranger's place with no more than some damned box, needs to be made up for, but not by you. If we go anywhere, it'll be paid for by me, darlin.” She smiled wider, then ran a hand through her hair as she stepped back. “I'll go get changed, then. Sit tight bumpkin.” And with that, she turned on her heel and walked back to her bedroom, where she shut the door behind her. She walked over to her desk slash mirror and picked up her hairbrush, plugged in her hair dryer, and got to work. When her hair was mostly dried, with only a few pieces still damp, Cassie threw her hair up into a messy styled bun and started in on her clothes. She grabbed a simple gray tee with a pair of low rise boyfriend jeans (she honestly didn't understand why they were called boyfriend jeans when they weren't even owned by her non existent boyfriend) and her lace up loafers, for shoes. They were a little run down, but then again so was everything she owned. She was about to walk out of her room, when she put a hand over her mouth, unable to believe she'd forgotten about it. She darted across her room in two long strides, which, admittedly, wasn't much since she was small in size, and grabbed her mother's cross off the table top of her bedside table. It was the only thing of her mom's that she owned, except for an old picture of her which she kept in her wallet. She may not have known her, but Cassie was in fact a girl, and every girl liked to have something of her mother's. Plus she liked feeling even a little close to her mom, even if it was just through a necklace and a picture. She grabbed her keys off her desk by the Titans lanyard and rushed out of her room. She walked into the living room and quirked an eyebrow at Greyson with a smile, “Ready to go?” dunno how many words, but this post is for izzi and cassie's wearing this right hurr

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He could only smirk at her words. He didn't reply to her question about boxers. Greyson instead moved to take a seat on the sofa and a moment later her hand was on the side of his face as she was talking. Grey couldn't help but smile, even if the touch was an innocent one. It had been a while since someone had gently placed their hand on his face. "That's fine by me" Though , by the looks of the place he should have tried to insist he paid. Well, not only because of the looks of the place, but because it was proper for a man to pay for a woman's food.

He tilted his head back to watch her walk back toward her room. The door closed and his head moved to look in front of him. Grey knew it wasn't polite to snoop, but looking around was a natural thing to do. As soon as the sound of the dryer went off Greyson stood up. You could know someone by the things they kept in their house. Then again, things were just things.

He tapped the side of his thighs, his thumbs inside his [at pockets. The time passed by a little slow, but he didn't min. Once more Greyson was sitting on the couch. His hands ran up and down his thighs, a habit of nervousness or boredom. Then the door opening reached his ears, but he didn't turn his head. Grey stood up and moved around the couch as she asked if he was ready. She was beautiful in boxers, but even more so in actual clothes. "I am, lady's first" He waited for her to make the first move.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/oceanbreezebg-green.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] flightless bird now i’m a fat house cat. nursing my sore, blunt tongue. watching the warm poison rats crawl through the wide fence cracks. pissing on magazine photos. those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean blood of christ mountain stream. Cassidy smiled at him, twirling her lanyard around her pointer finger as she walked over to her front door, holding onto the handle as she waited for him. "Well come on, then." And she smiled at him until he was out of the apartment, then she shut the door and locked it, smiled at him and headed for the stair case. She lived on the fourth floor of her apartment complex, so they had a little while to walk and talk. Which could or could not lead to very awkward silences and such things. She cleared her throat when they were half way down the first stair case. "So. What do you do? Like job wise?" Cass was pretty bad at small talk, which Greyson was sure to find out sooner or later, but she couldn't help it. Her whole family kind of sucked at it, so she assumed it was in her blood. Or something like that. Just as they got to the second level, her phone started to ring, and she held up one finger to Greyson. "One sec. Hello? What? Uh, no, I just left. Why?" It was her brother, Isaac, and apparently their dad had made him call her, to make sure she'd gotten her box. Because obviously the old prick didn't have the balls to call her himself, which was fine by her, but still. She rolled her eyes, "Yeah I got it alright, and he left his poor client stranded at my place for... holy shit it's been an hour? That mother fu-... oh, right, sorry." Her brother was training to be some catholic priest or something because his friend had converted him to the church and now he was constantly after her for saying so much as "damn" or "hell". Stupid. But it was his life, or as she hoped, it was just another one of his phases he was going through. She swore that her brother, even at the age of twenty four, would never stop going through his teenage years, with the constant changing of who he was. Maybe two months from then he would be a drug dealer or something; she might just like him a bit better, that way. Since he wouldn't be able to say anything when she invited him for a beer by mistake or swore around him. Maybe she could get him kicked out of the clergy if she stashed some Cocaine in his robes or whatever... She shook herself out of her thoughts and sighed, "Look, Isaac, just tell him he owes his client an apology. No, Isaac, I don't think I'm going to get one. Ha! That's laughable. Dad's never been a man of God in his entire damn life. Oh would you shut it already with the ten commandments?! I swear, get over it you mud pie." With that, Cassidy hung up the phone, putting it back in her back pocket and looking back at Grey with a grimace. They were already half way down the third floor. "Sorry about that... Family crap. And I tend to swear a bit more when talkin' 'bout my dad. He's kinda' a douche if you hadn't noticed." She stuck her thumbs in her pockets, twitching her mouth back and forth until they got to the parking lot. "Okay! Now. Where to?" She asked him, getting out her keys and unlocking her jeep before climbing into the driver's seat. "I'll pay for anywhere you wanna eat, and just reimburse myself via the bank of Dad, later." dunno how many words, but this post is for izzi and cassie's wearing this right hurr

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She had asked him about his job, but he never could get around to telling her. He waited for her to get off the phone. He tried his best not to listen, but that was rather hard. It didn't take too long before she was off the phone. "Yes, I noticed the hostility." He kept one hand behind his back and the other on the railing as they walked down the stairs.

"Ladies choice" Greyson placed that oh so charming smile on his face. He eyed the jeep, it seemed like a reliable ride. The young man wasn't a car person. He knew about gas milage, but that was about it. Living in new york had changed him. Greyson smiled before getting into the vehicle. He would bring up the answer to her question once they were on the road.

Greyson didn't respond to her words on payment. He knew in the back of his head he was going take away whatever she put on the counter and swap it with his card. "You asked me what I did for a living." Grey spoke as soon as they were on the main road. "I am in the fashion and party planning industries." He didn't feel like being specific, sometimes saying 'i'm a wedding planner and wedding dress designer' came off anti - masculine. Not that he cared if he came off as masculine. He would though share that bit of information if she wanted more details into his career.

"What is it you do miss Cassidy" Greyson started to recall the girl's attitude when she was speaking on the phone. He wasn't really sure what to think of it.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/oceanbreezebg-green.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] flightless bird now i’m a fat house cat. nursing my sore, blunt tongue. watching the warm poison rats crawl through the wide fence cracks. pissing on magazine photos. those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean blood of christ mountain stream. Cassidy bit her lip and kept her eyes on the road, but couldn't help to apologize. "Sorry... I didn't mean to come off that way. My family just get under my skin sometimes, I guess." She tapped her thumbs on the steering wheel as they came to a stop at a red light, then she sighed. "Isaac especially's been on my back lately about the whole thing between me and my dad, and I guess when he started his preaching again it put me over the edge. Honest, Grey, I'm sorry about that." After driving in silence for a moment, she cleared her throat and glanced over at him before looking back to the road. "Umm... How about McDonalds?" She wasn't a huge fan of The Mac Shac, but she was a fan of the play pen. It brought out her inner child, and maybe it could work that way on Greyson. Maybe if she got him to loosen up, kid style, he wouldn't feel differently about her because of her earlier phone call. Plus, she didn't have a whole lot of money on her, which was a bad call seeing as how Grey looked like a fancier kind of guy, and she wasn't sure she could afford some fancy shmancy place. When they were on the main highway, Greyson answered her earlier question about his job, and Cassie nodded. "So do you, like, do weddings and stuff? Or just birthday parties and the like?" It would be cool for her to be able to say she knew a wedding planner of sorts. Then, if some crazy bastard decided he wanted to marry her someday, she would know who to call. Though, the thought of her marrying, ever, was laughable. At his last comment, she was a little taken aback. What did he think, that because she had been hostile with her brother on the phone, that she was asking about his occupation just to possibly rub it in his face? Did he honestly think she was some stuck up bitch or something? I mean really. She lived in a crappy apartment and she was taking him out to brunch. What was stuck up or bitchy about that? She was honestly confused and only a little hurt. "I was just making small talk earlier. No need to be offended none, I was just asking questions is all. If you'd like we can go eat somewhere and then part ways and never see each other again and I would have no problem with that." Cassidy thought about her words, wondering if she had come off as mean or anything. She hoped she didn't, but at the same time, if he already thought of her as he did, well she couldn't change anything about that. dunno how many words, but this post is for izzi and cassie's wearing this right hurr

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He didn't reply to anything she said, only listened. She soon spoke of parting ways after eating. "How about we get through lunch and then I'll make that decision." It was more of a statement than a question. Even if she didn't want to see him again, it didn't matter. Once Grey made up his mind on something, he went for it. His hand moved to put the seat belt on as they continued.

"How about a dinner, anything recently open up? If not there is a small cafe on Calendar Street, I use to go to when I lived here. I'd love to know if it is still open. " He looked out the window, but then turned to look toward him. "As for my career, you can google me." He smirked, knowing it was sort of along the lines of bragging. Greyson didn't really like to brag, but he was very good at what he did.

"I am a wedding dress designer. I moved back to partner up with the local wedding shop. Decided to focus more on planning weddings. hopefully I'll go from created twelve dresses a year to four dresses a year, due to the fact they take a lot of time and effort. " He moved his hands to his lap. Car rides could be a bit awkward, but Greyson was trying to make it go by quick.

"May I ask what you do?" He ran his fingers through his hair, before folding them back on his lap. Oh, he was hoping his stomach wasn't going to growl soon. "So, where are you taking me? You aren't kidnapping me are you?"

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/oceanbreezebg-green.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] flightless bird now i’m a fat house cat. nursing my sore, blunt tongue. watching the warm poison rats crawl through the wide fence cracks. pissing on magazine photos. those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean blood of christ mountain stream. After not replying to anything she said, Cass got worried for a moment that she had said something to offend him or something of the sort. Here she was trying to make up for her dumbass father's rudeness toward this man, and she was offending him. That was just great. But then he told her that he would be the one to decide whether they parted ways and never saw each other again, or not. And to be honest, she didn't know how to reply to his statement; she was starting to notice that that happened a lot, with him. And she wasn't too sure about that. When asked if any new places had opened up, Cassie, again, wasn't sure what to say. But this time it was because she felt stupid. She didn't know if anything had recently opened up, because she didn't eat out very often, and so didn't even know where hardly anything was. Even in the few years that she had been there, she hadn't come to know everywhere to eat around Carmel. She was about to tell him this, but then he suggested a cafe on Calendar Street, and she shrugged, making a 'yeah okay' kind of face as she flicked on her turning signal and made a left turn, her new destination being Calendar Street. "Well I guess we're gonna find out, now ain't we?" Cassidy said, giving him a quick smile before turning again, now just four streets away from Calendar. When told that Greyson could be googled for what he did, that she was Cass looked at him with wide eyes, full of surprise. She had to admit, she was impressed. If someone were to google her, all they would find is stuff about other Cassidy Vance's in the world, and on her, they would find a couple of rodeo pictures, and maybe if they were lucky, a video or two of her and her brothers being idiots with a couple of longhorn bulls, or roping each other like a couple of calves. She snapped out of her thoughts when asked about what she did, and suddenly she felt awkward. Here this guy was, obviously rich and well off for himself, and she was basically unemployed, except for the occassional gig or two at bars, and she had even opened for some punk band once, about a year back. But that was about it. Cassie cleared her throat, "Well..." she drawled, tapping her thumbs on the steering wheel, "I sing. And write songs. Sorta. I dunno. Uh, freelance, really." She snorted when he asked if she was kidnapping her, "No. We're gonna go see if that cafe is still runnin' or not. Uh... You're gonna have to tell me where it is, by the way. To be honest, I've got no goddamned clue where I'm goin'." dunno how many words, but this post is for izzi and cassie's wearing this right hurr

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"Did miss Cassidy just say 'aint'" His eyes moved to familiar trees and familiar buildings with new paint jobs. They were getting closer. "Your going to want to a left up here and then the first right and it should be on the right tucked between a few buildings" He had heard her mention music, but he felt like he needed to give a little pause before bringing it up again. " That makes sense, you know because of the sheet music." He tapped his fingers on his leg as they made the the first turn. It only took a few minutes before the right turn.

"It should be...." his words slowed down. "right here" the words were filled with slight disappointment. "but, it's not anymore. So my musician friend, you'll have to pick somewhere. Surprise me." He stopped tapping his leg with his fingers as the car started to move again. "Where do you want your career in music to go? Wedding singer? Have one hit on the charts? or sold out venues?" Grey ran his fingers through his hair as the car made another turn. He was getting hungry, hoping wherever she picked wasn't too far away.

" My sister is in the music industry, so I've been around music growing up. If I can ever be of any assistance, well I'll try, but I can't promise anything. "