Post by ESTEBAN WALLACE ZAVALA on Sept 22, 2017 16:44:51 GMT -6
Esteban had just left a practice session with the team and he was starving. Moving through the London streets, he kept his eyes open for anyplace that looked like it might have good food. He was in the mood for some of his mothers home cooking, really, but it would be a bit much to go to Spain just for supper. Esteban could often be ridiculous but he doubted his mother would appreciate being dropped in on like that. Besides, last he had heard she was on the hunt for a wife for him and he was not down for that. Not even for her delicious food.
Soon, he noticed a bistro sort of place that he had never been to before so he decided on that. It appeared to be crowded and when some people who were behind him knocked into him, it caused him to bump into someone else. "Sorry, popular place, huh?" He said apologetically with his ever present charming smile on his face.
Seeking a break from his usual environments, Olivier went in search of somewhere lowkey out in a muggle environment. He glanced occasionally at the sky as if expecting the moon to become full and for the people around him to become dead, but fortunately for everyone, that wasn't going to happen.
When he looked down from the sky for the twelfth time, his eyes were set on a nearby bistro. It was horribly crowded, but at this time of night, he suspected most of the places he was interested in would be full of people. He waited around for his turn to order, his hands shoved into his pockets and a permanent scowl on his face; and when someone bumped into him, his mood only got worse.
The man's words did nothing to stop Olivier's: "Watch what you're doing." The man's smile also didn't make Olivier feel any less impatient, but it was certainly a nice smile. Olivier's eyes moved from the smile downward then back up again to settle on the stranger's eyes. "Maybe you shouldn't stand so close to me."
It wasn't exactly what was on his mind, but it wasn't an inauthentic response.
Post by ESTEBAN WALLACE ZAVALA on Sept 22, 2017 20:42:12 GMT -6
Ooo, feisty was the thought that went through Esteban's mind when he heard the other mans words. His smile turned slightly flirtatious. He couldn't help it, flirting with attractive men came as naturally as breathing to him. He had no idea why but feisty people seemed to appeal to him the most. "Afraid I don't have much of a choice," Esteban said lightly, indicating the people around them that had seemed to just grow more. "Don't worry, I don't bite unless I'm asked to."
Esteban wasn't even trying to be subtle. Where was the fun in that?
tag: @olivierlefevre , note: so sorry, Olivier. you just want your damn food and this fool .. xD
Olivier swallowed, but his expression did not change. His eyes moved from one of the stranger's to the other's before dipping again to his mouth. It was a nice mouth--he wouldn't mind being bitten by it--but he didn't care to say that.
Not yet, anyway.
The French man looked up yet again and said dryly, "I'm here for food."
Post by ESTEBAN WALLACE ZAVALA on Sept 22, 2017 22:24:18 GMT -6
Esteban kept his eyes on the other man's face. His lips blossomed into a bit of smirk as the mysterious eyecandys eyes moved from his eyes to his mouth before looking up at him again. Esteban was pretty sure that the attraction here was not entirely one sided. That certainty was what lead to his next words which were definitely an obvious pick up line.
"If you're in the mood for Mexican, I can help you out," he said suggestively. Well, he was part-Mexican, anyway, on his fathers side. Just then the line in front of them loosened a little and he indicated that face with his chin. "Looks like we're getting closer to getting what we want." Double meaning in his words? Maybeee.
Olivier's eyes narrowed. What a bizarre response, but the man was bizarre. He moved forward in the line, taking a moment to look away from the stranger and collect himself. Moments later, he turned to look again, his eyes still narrowed. The werewolf opened his mouth as if to speak before closing it, as he was unsure of what to say.
His eyes wandered again.
"I've never had Mexican," Olivier said blandly. "Sometimes I try new things."
Only a small part of him told the werewolf that what he was doing was foolish.
Post by ESTEBAN WALLACE ZAVALA on Sept 24, 2017 18:51:43 GMT -6
[attr="class","orderlies-Meganium-text"]Esteban moved forward a little too, managing to give the man a little more space. Not a lot but enough that if the other man wouldn't be as uncomfortable as he had been before. Not that he planned to stop the flirting. He smiled at the other man as he turned to look back at him.
He watched in interest as the other man seemed to be searching for something to say. "Trying new things is part of the spice of life, I always felt."
Olivier wondered whether "spice" had been chosen because of their conversation, and he wondered (worried?) whether this man would think himself so funny as to throw out annoying jokes every five minutes. It could be a turn-off, even if their endeavors would be...
...something other than a friendly chat over a sandwich.
"You seem like someone who loves to talk," Olivier offered. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, his shoulders drooping.
Post by ESTEBAN WALLACE ZAVALA on Sept 24, 2017 21:30:25 GMT -6
[attr="class","orderlies-Meganium-text"]Esteban laughed lightly when the other man said that he seemed like someone who loved to talk. "That I do and I'm not sorry for it," he said. "I like meeting new people and hasn't this been a little more lively than standing quietly in line?"
Esteban paused for a moment before realizing that he had been quite remiss in his manners. Well, more than he had meant to be anyway. "I'm Esteban Zavala." Would the man recognize his name? He hadn't recognized him on sight which had been a bit refreshing, really, but if the man paid any sort of attention to the Quidditch world, his name was bound to have mentioned sometime. Of course, it was always possible the man didn't pay attention to Quidditch at all.
It had been more lively, but Olivier wouldn't agree that lively was automatically a good thing. Sometimes (usually, for him), a quiet evening away from people was far better than a loud one, however many people were there. The werewolf shrugged his shoulders, careful to keep his hands stashed away, and averted his gaze for a moment.
The name, "Esteban Zavala," was familiar, but Olivier wasn't sure why. He also knew it was polite to introduce oneself, so a bit begrudgingly, he returned, "I am Olivier." Esteban didn't seem to be eliciting a handshake, so his hands stayed firmly in place.
The line moved forward again, so Olivier also moved forward, whether or not the other man did so. Esteban was certainly easy on the eyes, and he wondered if only for a moment, whether he was also easy on the nose. Or the mouth. "I don't like talking to new people, but I like meeting new...people." He realized he might have sounded like a creep, but he didn't really care. Esteban would probably catch on to what he was saying, considering the flirting that had been happening.
That he thought had been happening? Olivier couldn't be sure. He wasn't sure of anything anymore. What had been an evening dedicated to getting a bite to eat and going home had turned into...this. This thing. This attractive thing in front of him. He chewed on his lower lip.