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Russo's attention was stolen as another woman walked, no, floated; in to the room. Russo wasn't too sure what to do at all now. He was stuck, armed with a cup cake, in a very girly room, surrounded by two women. He swallowed the rust of his cupcake, and blushed, again. Oh what was it with that spieces? They reduced him to nothing but stutters and blushes. He tossed his shoulder length dark brown hair out his eyes again, and hauled his tall frame out the chair.
"I'm Russo Levinstle," He said to Genevieve, smiling a crooked smile that made his sharp features soften a little. See. He wasn't all bad. His day had just got better. He'd suffered a nasty break up three months ago, and now he was surrounded by women again. Lovely ones at that.
"Yes, they're rich chocolate ones, very good, belgian chocolate i think, i don't know i haven't been to belgium yet, i plan to go..." Smooth Russo. Smooth. He blushed again, and looked away, suddenly facinated with the way the pale pinks and blues made him want to vomit.
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