A quiet day, [GG]

Zidane pulled his knees to his chin and wrapped his arms around them as he sat. There wasn't much to do on this day. No dates, no beautiful women scolding him for his antics. Nothing. As he sat there he felt oddly incomplete. Searching the area for the nearest hot chick, almost as if he would die without flirting, zidane pulled himself off the ground and stretched. "Friend zones suck." He whispered into the wind.

My eyes flitted to her immediately. Instantly I read her, the way she moved, the way she carried herself, mouthing words with no fear of looking idiot. She definitely stood out.

I tripped her slightly, pulled her headphones out, and caught her all in one swift moment, to the untrained eye it would have looked like i'd just accidently nocked her over. "I'm sorry about the Ma'am." I said, my eyes, reflecting back at me in hers.

I gently laid my hand on hers as it twisted the cord, "And what would kissing you do?" I asked, arching an eyebrow, my face, only inches from hers, but not moving closer or further from her. She was beautiful, but carried herself as if she didn't even know. Possibly the best kind of personality trait.

"I've been called many names, none of them are necessarily very nice." I said, watching his own eyes swim in hers. I could just barely make out his eyelashes in his reflection. "But Zidane will do." I said, moving myself to where if we moved in any way our lips would touch, if only slightly. "Nice to meet you."

"Well." I said kneeling as a knight would to a princess and offered her my hand. "I would be honored if you would allow me to take you on a date." I smiked slightly, "Ma'am."