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Daemon · 01-18-2015, 12:41 PM

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Originally Posted by Samia

It was a little hard to help if she wasn't sure what she wanted. But he knew what that was like so he wasn't going to push her to know what she wanted. That was never the right thing to do. He watched her face when she spoke, nodded here and the before saying: "Well.. if you are interested, and just want to do something - there are some positions open at the magazine I am working for" He just wanted to help. It was more a Bridget thing he was talking about, but if Ryden wasn't sure what she wanted - maybe she could try something different?

"Its not THAT sort of a desk job" he defended his new job. "I am the editor of photography for the magazine. It's really fancy, actually" he grinned. "Corner office, a little view of the Eiffel tower" Did he mention, he was now living in France?

The song was coming to an end, and with a smile on his face - Orlando spun her around a few times, and picked up the pace of the dance just a little - before coming to a close. One hand on her waist, and another in hers - the youngest Renaldi resumed the proper position just in time for the song to end. And that was when the question came.

It would have been stupid to think - the meeting would go smoothly. Despite his best efforts, Orlando's smile wavered and after a short pause and 'avoiding' of the eyes, he spoke: "No. Nothing of that sort" And the song had ended, dropping her hand softly, Orlando pulled his hand away from her waist and took a small step back.

o_O Did Orlando Renaldi just offer her a job?

"That's more of a Bridget thing. If she wasn't so successful in her own right she'd probably jump at the opportunity to be honest," Ryden said, and there was most definitely no hint of resentment in her voice because she did not resent her twin sister. That would be dumb and pointless and both weren't Ryden's thing.

Sigh.

"Actually, could we perhaps talk about this? I'm, uh, a little desperate for something to do every day," she mumbled, pointedly looking anywhere else but at him because this was embarrassing and HOW did she even manage to get herself into this mess? She'd been so sure she'd have her life figured out by now. Figures Bridget, the less brilliant of the two and even she admits it, is better off than her. She'd always known what she wanted to do and she's bloody good at it, too.

Cue jaw drop and laugh. "You might want to star with 'I'm editor of photography' when you tell people you have a desk job, Mr. Renaldi," she pointed out. Always so modest. "And that sounds incredible, congratulations," she added softly, the 'I'm proud of you' portion of the sentence left unsaid because she didn't know him well enough to tell him that. This entire night was incredibly confusing at best, she didn't need to start getting all sentimental as well. Nuh-uh.

Her mood seemed to improve when there were a few seconds of silence where they just danced, moving this way and that until the song ended. And then she blushed again. "Right, I know, 'twas a joke," she tried unsuccessfully to cover up her idiotic comment, crossing her arms over her chest protectively.

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Daemon Antipodean Opaleye Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: making playlists Posts: 9,753 Hogwarts RPG Name: Maggie Woods Gryffindor Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Levi Jourdan Slytherin Sixth Year x4 x2	PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main(): Quote: Originally Posted by Samia It was a little hard to help if she wasn't sure what she wanted. But he knew what that was like so he wasn't going to push her to know what she wanted. That was never the right thing to do. He watched her face when she spoke, nodded here and the before saying: "Well.. if you are interested, and just want to do something - there are some positions open at the magazine I am working for" He just wanted to help. It was more a Bridget thing he was talking about, but if Ryden wasn't sure what she wanted - maybe she could try something different? "Its not THAT sort of a desk job" he defended his new job. "I am the editor of photography for the magazine. It's really fancy, actually" he grinned. "Corner office, a little view of the Eiffel tower" Did he mention, he was now living in France? The song was coming to an end, and with a smile on his face - Orlando spun her around a few times, and picked up the pace of the dance just a little - before coming to a close. One hand on her waist, and another in hers - the youngest Renaldi resumed the proper position just in time for the song to end. And that was when the question came. It would have been stupid to think - the meeting would go smoothly. Despite his best efforts, Orlando's smile wavered and after a short pause and 'avoiding' of the eyes, he spoke: "No. Nothing of that sort" And the song had ended, dropping her hand softly, Orlando pulled his hand away from her waist and took a small step back. o_O Did Orlando Renaldi just offer her a job? "That's more of a Bridget thing. If she wasn't so successful in her own right she'd probably jump at the opportunity to be honest," Ryden said, and there was most definitely no hint of resentment in her voice because she did not resent her twin sister. That would be dumb and pointless and both weren't Ryden's thing. Sigh. "Actually, could we perhaps talk about this? I'm, uh, a little desperate for something to do every day," she mumbled, pointedly looking anywhere else but at him because this was embarrassing and HOW did she even manage to get herself into this mess? She'd been so sure she'd have her life figured out by now. Figures Bridget, the less brilliant of the two and even she admits it, is better off than her. She'd always known what she wanted to do and she's bloody good at it, too. Cue jaw drop and laugh. "You might want to star with 'I'm editor of photography' when you tell people you have a desk job, Mr. Renaldi," she pointed out. Always so modest. "And that sounds incredible, congratulations," she added softly, the 'I'm proud of you' portion of the sentence left unsaid because she didn't know him well enough to tell him that. This entire night was incredibly confusing at best, she didn't need to start getting all sentimental as well. Nuh-uh. Her mood seemed to improve when there were a few seconds of silence where they just danced, moving this way and that until the song ended. And then she blushed again. "Right, I know, 'twas a joke," she tried unsuccessfully to cover up her idiotic comment, crossing her arms over her chest protectively. __________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________ but I don't have to write them in ink_____ _____________I could still change the end