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Re: The Koehn Legacy
By: Koehn Date: November 6, 2014, 6:35 pm
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Koehn flipped his blinker and slipped the Audi cleanly around a
corner, continuing the short drive to his favorite diner. While
it might not have been his first choice for a car, he couldn't
deny... the S8 had a very smooth way about it. It melted into
the asphalt, and if you put the freeway in it's path, the
speedometer climbed from the 20's to the 70's like pure magic.
He also liked all the black. So sue him, for enjoying his gifts.
The tinted window slipped down a few inches, and he watched his
passenger enjoy the breeze and waited a moment or so before
answering her question. Not his favorite one, everyone assumed
he had some fancy corporate job... probably the car, he
supposed. A quick glance over showed him the way the current
ruffled her curls, and he found himself appreciating the way she
didn't seem to mind the displacement. His sisters could be so
high-maintenance, they never would have stood for it.
"I run the Humane Society a few nights a week. I own it,
actually," he pulled into the small parking lot in front of a
classic looking diner, "I don't turn a noticeable profit from
it, however. I provided the money to get it running. I work two
or three nights a week at an hourly wage, mostly to give myself
something to do. I am a trust fund child, to be honest. I do not
have much contact with my family, though." Parking the car and
shutting it off, he unlatched his seat belt. "Let me get your
door for you," Koehn removed himself and quickly found his way
to her side of the car, opening the door for her and holding his
arm toward the diner's entrance with a smile. "And what is it
that you do for work?"
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Re: The Koehn Legacy
By: Calia Date: November 6, 2014, 8:07 pm
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Calia loved her hair. No matter how much pain and struggle it
put her through, she would never abandon it. She would never
return to the life of being ruled by the chemicals that made it
easier to manage in exchange for weakening it. So regardless of
whether her hair cooperated or not, it was always a good hair
day for her.
Today it was cooperative though. In fact, it had been
cooperative the past two or three days! So when the wind blew
through the car, her hair simply bounced as if it were playing a
game, instead of getting wily and out of place. She enjoyed it
silently as she listened to Koehn's explanation of his "career."
It wasn't at all what she expected! She giggled to herself
quietly when he finished. "You are an odd one sir!" She closed
her eyes and allowed the wind to massage her face for a moment.
"An old rich boy who used his money to fund the humane society?
And then works there!? You are definitely one in a million."
Calia was preparing to get out of the car when Koehn announced
that he was going to open her door for her. She wasn't even sure
how to react to that! She was repeating his words in her mind,
trying to evaluate their meaning, when her door opened,
slightly shocking her. The only sign she showed, however, was a
quick cut of her eyes, before she smiled and extended her hand
to him for him to help her out of the car. Once she was out she
shook her curls back into place, and moved out of the was so
that he could close the door. "I'm the Executive assistant to
the CEO of _____ Firm (can't think of a name right now. Remind
me to fill i tin later)It's not my dream job but it gets my by
for now."
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Re: The Koehn Legacy
By: Koehn Date: November 13, 2014, 4:28 pm
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"And do you enjoy your work?" he asked in response as she lifted
herself out of the car. He closed the door behind her and as
they walked toward the diner, he saw the Audi's lights flash
once in his peripheral vision as the doors locked and the alarm
engaged. A key fob was such a fabulous idea, he thought to
himself. Never having to remember to lock your car was great...
particularly if you were in a rush.
Pulling open the diner door, Koehn rested his hand at the middle
of her back and ushered her though the entryway with a soft,
"After you, Calia." He took only a moment to cherish the way he
could feel her muscles move under her jacket as she shifted
through the door... and then pulled his hand away, much to soon
in his opinion, but he would hate to seem inappropriate.
Strength was such an attractive quality, he realized. Not many
women were particularly physically strong, where he came from.
Rather their strength was emotional and intellectual.
They followed a petite waitress silently to a booth in the back,
as he had requested, and settled into seats across from one
another. Warmly, with a smile, Koehn accepted a menu and passed
an identical booklet to his... sort-of-non-date... "I'll have a
coffee, to start." He glanced at Calia through his sunglasses,
one more admiring her hair. Damn, he thought to himself. He
really needed to stop with the staring.
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Re: The Koehn Legacy
By: Calia Date: November 24, 2014, 10:19 pm
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"I could imagine doing worse things." She said. She certainly
hoped her career would take her further than where she was, but
for the time being, she was happy with her job. Hair bounced
with every step as they made their way to the door, and she
graciously thanked the man as he held the door for her. She
could read the feeling he was experiencing as he ushered her by
the center of her back, and it made her giggle. In so many ways
he was like a boy on his first date, which posed a very obvious
question. "So how old are you, Mr. Trust Fund?" She asked, as
they made their way to their table.
She smiled to the waitress happily as she asked for their
drinks. "Orange Juice please!" She said, and turned back to
Koehn as the waitress went off to fetch their drinks. "I've
never been here before." she confessed as she looked around. It
was a cozy little place. She could only hope the food fit the
environment. It didn't take long for the waitress to return with
the coffee and orange juice on a tray that was balanced
perfectly on her flat palm. Everything was fine until she
tripped over some invisible object and sent the tray flying
toward the table. The hot coffee would surely have scalded
either of them if it made contact.
Calia's eyes widened as she saw the incident that was about to
transpire. Her reflexes kicked in before she could make a
decision about what to do. In one fluid motion, she stood up,
and grabbed the intact glass of orange juice off the flying tray
with her left hand. Her right hand caught the coffee mug by the
handle, and proceeded to trail, quickly capturing all of the
coffee that was flying toward the table, without allowing a
single drop to come into contact with herself, Koehn, or even
the table!
She blinked several times when she realized what she had done.
But it was too late to take it back. Heart racing, she set the
containers down on the table, and went to assist the extremely
apologetic waitress, who insisted that their breakfast be her
treat. She then poured Koehn's coffee, before leaving to give
them a few minutes to decide what they wanted to eat.
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