Misery Loves It's Company

[dean]

TAGGED: Closed To Adelina de Luca

[M] For Mature Eyes Only

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'1823 Rue Ampère Lane At Les Banlieues in Marseille. I'll see you at seven.'

Wary, he was quite wary of this situation since this was something he had never done before in his lifetime. First off meeting people on the internet was one thing but planning to met them outside in person was another. Insecurities were all over his mind since he had not attempted to be in a girls presences alone since the accident. He shunned from the light all the time and liked to keep to himself. But for some reason inside of him he wanted to met this girl and spend the evening with her. After all she said she was going to be alone on New Years and her birthday alone which he did not want that. So he pushed himself to agree to the meeting and copied the address down onto a paper. He left it near his lap top then he went to get ready which was a quick shave, shower and then he debated what to wear.

Hell he went with the natural which was a pair of dark jeans and black button up shirt. He was attempting to look a little younger since she was younger then himself. Forcing black boots on his feet he was nearly ready. He almost forgot, his belt, which had a belt ornament of a large star which has no meaning at all, he just likes the belt. When he felt done he put his black trench coat jacket on him since he didn't want to seem out of place. He'd take it off automatically when he'd get to her house since he was hot and always hot. He grabbed the address, his keys, then he set out to find this place which he drove all the way to Marseille. Was not too far with his driving which he did drive a fancy crimson colored corvette. His father got it for him when he was old enough and so he did keep it all these years.

He thought he found the place which he stopped parked on the side of the road across from the house. He sat in his car then looked at the time which it was 5 past seven and he got nervous. He pulled out a cigarette from his glove compartment then lit it with a snap to his fingers. He lit the end of his cigarette which he told her he did smoke which she assumed due to his power. He sat there in his car running his fingers slowly over his bottom lip in thinking pose. What if she laughed in his face then slams the door, what if? He stressed out some more and then he exited his car then he shut the car door, set the alarm. Leaning against his car he stood there looking at the house smoking his cigarette since he needed his fix. He finished his smoke which now it was 15 past seven and he threw the smoke in the street then was about to head across.

He stopped and unlocked the car to do something before he went into the house. He grabbed his body spray, Tag body spray called Midnight, which he sprayed all over to get rid of the dull smoke smell. Also he shoved a stick of peppermint gum into his mouth to get rid of smoke breath. Then he slammed his car door then set the alarm then walked across the street. He nervously went to feel his scar, he sighed wishing it would go away, but alas it still was there. He looked down at the ground with his pale green eyes and then walked up the pathway. Up to the door he finally stood there then rang the doorbell to get her full attention. His hands shifted down into his trench coat pockets which he felt his lucky zippo. Well more like an antique zippo lighter he gotten as a prize possession from his grandfather. Also how he learned to control his powers properly. He clenched his hand around it in his pocket then waited for someone to answer the door. Actually, waiting for her to answer the door since she said and claimed she was home alone for the night.

[Jacqueline Prideux]

Adelina de Luca had done some pretty stupid things in her life, but this by far was one of the worst. Meeting a guy on the internet, and then... giving him the address to her parents home in Marseilles. It wasn't completely, horribly bad. Everyone was out celebrating Angelo and Alessana's birthday, and Ade had said she wasn't feeling well. Their parents were taking them over to spend the night in some nice hotel... Ade was staying home. Was she really sick? No way. Did she want them out of the house? Yes. She couldn't help it if she would rather spend the time getting to know someone new, or spending another birthday in the same fashion as she had for the first eighteen years of her life. Just once, she wanted to be different. Ang and Al wouldn't be hurt anyway, they liked each other better.

Looking at her room, she tried to see what else was out of place. Nothing, her room looked clean for once. Not of her own doing, but she wasn't about to tell anyone outside of the family that. What else did she need? ... Clothes! That would have been highly embarrassing. You see, Ade had this habit of... running around in her birthday suit. She couldn't help it. Clothes felt so restrictive, which is why she usually wore the bare minimum possible. Knowing no one was about to come barging into the house, minimal meant nothing. But now that it was getting close to seven, she probably should think about what exactly to wear.

The young woman started rummaging through her drawers, trying to think of the 'perfect' outfit. How did you spend this much time looking for something to wear, only to make it seem like you had just tossed something on last minute. Speaking of minutes, Ade glanced over her still bare shoulder to look at the clock. 6:58. Shit. The overwhelming need for the perfect clothes now took second priority, and actually putting something on became first. What to wear what to wear. Ade tried not to toss clothes all over her room, but kept them in the drawers, as she continued to search.

Finally, something to wear. Ade outfit consisted of a pale blue tube top, and a matching skirt that was merely a cloth elastic band with short flowy strips of cloth sewed into it. The fabric was long enough to cover her ass and what else needed to be covered, and the strips were plentiful enough no one would get an accidental looksie. Making her way to the bathroom, she looked at her hair. Still wet, not dry enough to do anything with. Instead, she parted it on the side, and hoped he wouldn't think that it looked too dreadful. After quickly brushing her teeth, she made her way into the living room to see just what time it was. Ten minutes after seven, and he wasn't here.

Did he change his mind? She hadn't been back to check her messages, maybe he decided that it just wasn't worth it. Maybe he didn't like her all that much. What if he didn't think she was pretty enough, or worse... he like people that were like her sister. Ew. Just as she was about to give up hope, she heard a loud ding-dong that echoed through the home. This was it, he was here. Turning towards the door, she walked towards it, trying not to trip over her own feet in excitement. Once at the door, she smiled and flung the thing open. Taking the few steps out the door she gave the man standing before her a hug. Nothing out of the ordinary for her, but she didn't stop to think if he would mind.

[dean]

Oh he felt so young again doing something like this so daring and also with someone who was much younger then himself. Well at least she was legal and turning 19 at midnight so maybe it did not matter. Age did not make up the personals personality which he loved her since she was open to him. Also she was doing something with her life other then going out and partying, school and such. Maybe this was going to be a different kind of evening to where he thought no she wouldn't like him like him. Just wants a friend to be there and comfort her, be there for her. He did not know she told her family a lie just to get them out of the house. He thought they had ditched her behind then took the other favored siblings out for their birthday. So he was extra compassionate to her which is why he had agreed to come over.

Though in the back of his mind he was wondering if maybe there would be more, doubt it, and didn't fully expect it to happen. After all he was an old man and at her age he was gaining his first job as a bartender and met his future x-fiancee. He kept repeating to himself that he was not old and she was not interested in other then being friends. Yes they were friends, which he was going to ring the doorbell again but then the door flung open. His green eyes latched onto the young woman in front of him and he didn't react. Well he did not have time to react fast enough to where she smiled then flung herself right at him. No fear? She was not afraid of him? Or disgusted already? No she went hugged him which he stood there dumbfounded for a moment. Soon he warmed up to not act like an idiot then hugged her back.

Her small frame fit into his hug which he did not study her body, just left his hands on her back. His eyes closed for a mere moment which he smelt the perfume off her and fell in love with the scent. He hasn't been around a female romantically in maybe 6 years or so. Not since he walked right in on his, now ex-fiancee, right on top of another man. No that was the day where he just stopped feeling and just became a cold emotionless slum. Course next couple of years were even harder knocks to where he did not have the ability to date at all. So he was so rusty and old with this so he took the small moment and soaked it into him and hugged her tightly. He released her then he smiled slowly looked down at her which she was nearly tall as him. So he did not feel like some old man preying on a young female, she was like him he thought. His pale green eyes searched her face and then a smile went onto his lips some more as he spoke quietly.

"Look exactly like your pictures except much more beautiful." He said it loud enough for her to hear him which maybe the abnormal quietness was his nerves. Taking just a small step back to see the rest of her body his eyes lingered around. Was she honestly wearing barely nothing in the winter? Or was she trying to give him a heart attack for the first time in his lifetime. His eyes dropped to her feet which he let out a side smirk at the sign of no shoes. Guess she was flustering so much about him coming over that she forgotten. He did not mind though he just side smirked then brought his attention up to her face. "So..." He remarked to her then he shoved his hands back into his pockets. He remained outside since he did not want to just barge into her house. "....decided yet what you want for your pre-birthday dinner? Told you I'd be happy to order you anything you want." He remarked to her and bite down on his bottom lip. He blinked slowly, his thoughts were mild still worried of what she thought about his appearance. They had the argument before about his scar but hell he still hated it and was afraid when she'd see him in person she would turn in disgust.

[Jacqueline Prideux]

He wasn't reacting to her hug at first, and she had the fleeting thought that maybe she had done the wrong thing. Just as she was about to pull back, he finally put his arms around her, a little more tightly than she had thought he would. She didn't mind however, hugs were good, not to mention it felt good having his arms around her. She wasn't lacking for male companionship, it was just different with him. She was constantly trying to decide if he was just a friend, or if he meant more. As he held her in his arms for the brief moments that he did, she was sure that there was something more there. She just didn't realize how much. This was, of course, their first real meeting. He probably wasn't nearly as frazzled as she was, trying to get ready for tonight. Nothing was even really planned. Just watching the ball drop, a small happy birthday, and then... ? What, she didn't know.

As he complimented her, Ade bit her lower lip between her teeth and broke out into a wide smile. She looked down to the ground for a brief moment, and a pale tinge of pink showed up on her tanned skin. Why was she acting like this? She knew she was pretty, compliments didn't phase her. As his eyes ran over her body, she took the time to do a little studying of her own. It was much harder with him though. He apparently didn't have the same aversion to clothing as she did. Instead she looked to his face. Something he was self-conscious but she thought was extremely handsome. The reason for the disagreement? A scar on the left side. She though it brought character, he thought it was ugly... he would come around eventually.

"Nope," she simply said. She really didn't know what she wanted to eat. While he had offered to buy her anything, she still felt a little awkward about taking his money like that. She wasn't sure if she should consider this a date, so she was considering just offering up what was in the fridge. Unfortunately that mostly consisted of leftovers and some sandwich meat. That and a few sodas. Maybe some chicken noodle soup as well. She couldn't exactly be sure. She hadn't looked in there since this morning's daily routine. Dancing around in short and a t-shirt listening to her MP3 player, and eating cold finger food from the fridge.

Taking her hand in his own, she lead him just inside the door before closing it behind the both of them. Using her other hand, she pointed off to the living room. "Make yourself at home in there, want something to drink?" As she finished her question, she dropped his hand and started heading for the kitchen. She was dying of thirst, and didn't realize it till just moments before. Water, getting a glass of water sounded wonderful at the moment. Making it to the kitchen, she rummaged through the cupboards to find a plastic cup. Walking over to the sink, she filled it with tap water, still listening for his reply. Taking a drink from it, she quenched her parched throat. Thank goodness.

[dean]

Warm embrace never hurt no one which he was comfortable now hugging her and let the hug on for a moment though it seemed forever. He pushed out an honest compliment which she took it like she never taken a compliment before. Why her smile put a smile on his face he had no idea. Maybe it was because she looked so damn cute and innocent the way she bite her lip and smiled off. Or maybe how her cheeks were getting pink with some blush which made her face light up to him. This first impression thing was going well and he did notice her looking at him. No signs of disgust on her fact at all instead she checked him out too then answered his question. Course he was just being nice to offer buying her dinner since it was her birthday dinner and all. Also since it was New Years Eve to were they could get some food delivered to them. Probably a pizza would be most appropriate since and he knew the best place to order from that was near here.

She lured him inside the house which the door was shut then locked behind them and he looked around at his surroundings. She told him to make himself at home then pointed him in the direction. He saw the living room which he did part his hand from her hand just so he can make himself comfortable. He was already stuffy and hot so he unbuttoned his trench coat jacket. Slowly he got the buttons undone then he took it off him then walked over to the couch and placed it over the back of the couch. Now his green eyes curiously looked around her house and his hands went behind his back. He was more revealed now, well more exposed then before, his clothing were fitting to his structure. Pants semi-tight but nothing too tight and his button up short sleeved black shirt fit tight on him but not small like he doesn't fit. His boots were not monstrous just normal and black to fit his dark clothing appearance. Watch on his right hand that he always wore all the time.

He slowly walked around looking at the pictures inside her home which he looked at the family photo. Damn, they did all three look alike but he could see that Adelina was the prettier sister by far. The other one looked timid and shy, the kind you'd spot walking down the street in a wooled sweater with tons of books. He left the picture alone when she asked if he wanted anything to drink. "Anything is fine with me!" He said back to her since she was walking away he did raise his tone of voice a little. He looked around for a little more then he saw the fireplace. Was not on so he would fix that later in front of her as a show off move later. He finished examining the room then followed her to the kitchen and put a smile on his face. He watched as she got a glass of water for herself then he bite down on his bottom lip. His head was not in the gutter, she was young she should dress like this, which he just watched her move around. Her body against his would only be that hug he gotten a moment ago and the hug later for when he leaves. He was going to stay late but had no intentions of spending the night. Other thoughts were on his mind about what to do, just talk, he didn't know. Guess they would just watch television specials and then have some dinner together.

[Jacqueline Prideux]

Anything is fine? How was she supposed to figure out anything is fine. No matter, she would just get him a bottle of water from the fridge, people were picky. Didn't like tap. To her it made no difference. Finishing her glass easily, she realized that Dean had come into the kitchen with her. She smiled easily at him, and then noticed he had taken his coat off. And damn did he look... Shit, don't stare. Walking over to the fridge, She pulled a bottle of water out and set it on the counter for him, indicating with a simple gesture that it was his for the taking. Then opening the fridge door a bit wider, she bent at the wait to look inside. Let's see, what looked good to eat? She should probably ask his opinion as well. They did have quite a bit of food, but she never remembered if she even asked him what kid of food he liked.

"What do you want to eat?" she asked, her head still in the fridge. A brief moment later, she stood up, a bowl of cut up cantaloupe in her hand. She gave him a look that said 'want some?' and tipped the bowl in his direction while taking a piece fore herself and putting it in her mouth. She stood now in the door path, holding the thing open. The air felt cold, but she didn't mind. She had a blanket somewhere in her room, she could use that if she got too cold. "We've got lotsa food, we don't need to order. Besides, homemade is better."

Placing the bowl on the counter, she bent over to look inside the fridge again. While down there she started naming off all the food that was in the fridge, as well as comments on how good it would be to eat. "Lasagna, my sister made that, it's alright. Some weird thing that Ang made a week ago. He still eats it, but I think it is growing a civilization. And some spaghetti, Mom made that so you know it had got to be good. I think it is from last night. There is always the classic however, cold pizza," finishing, she continued to look around, and wondered what he was going to pick. "Or you can just look yourself I suppose."

Saying that she stood up once more and looked to him waiting for what his answer would be. She knew what she would prefer, though she also had a feeling he wasn't about to go for the same thing. Grabbing the bowl of cantaloupe, she continued to eat a few chunks. It was still good. She couldn't remember when it had actually been cut up though. She supposed it didn't really matter if it was still good however. And it was. Juicy and just the right flavor. She needed to stop eating it though, she couldn't remember who's it was, but she knew it wasn't hers. Ahhh, nevermind. They would forgive her.

[dean]

Never was the picky sort of guy when it came down to something to drink which he was fine with just water. No he did not notice she stared at him he just went moved over to the counter which he leaned against. She went in front of him, kind of, to look into the fridge which he smiled modestly. She got him a thing of water from the fridge which he smiled then took and opened it slowly. He took a small drink from it then he gulped some of it down but then began to choke. His eyes watched as she bend over which he was thinking, bad ideas? Okay maybe not but her skirt was covering what needs to be hidden but for her to be bending over like she was, in a skirt in general. He coughed a little put the cap on then he went put his hand over his face. Embarrassing? He wanted to grumble but no he cleared his throat then calmed down. He did the motion telling her he was just fine with his hand.

"Wrong pipe." He said in some gingerly tone of voice then he cleared his throat again. Covered up that spill quite nicely which he smiled slowly to her then he looked down to the ground. She asked about food which he shrugged since he did not mind but looked up seeing she was offering him fruit. He took a piece then bite half of the piece then ate it slowly, was still juicy and sweet. He liked it shoved the rest in his mouth then kind of crossed his arms across his chest then moved to the side to see inside the fridge a little. Trying so hard not to look at her ass as she bent over, in the skirt. "Okay if you insist I was just being kind and offering. But if anything I would have to say that Mother knows best. So spaghetti would be wonderful." He remarked to her which she did look at him which he gave his answer quickly.

He spoke fast since he got a little too hot which he was radiating heat off him now. Hoped she did not notice he went grabbed his water bottle then moved slightly away. All he did was let out a settled smile on his lips then looked at her again. So alluring, not just because of what she was wearing or what she wasn't wearing but because she was herself around him. She did not seem to mind he was an older man in her presences. Also kept looking at him in such a way which made him feel back at 20 years old again. He knows he is not that old but thinks his age range is more of someone 24 years old to his age, not 19 years old just turned. Was like cheating on the other fine roses and picking the one that had just bloomed for it was fresh. Yes he thought that way, she was young and fresh, wasn't that experienced as she told him. God he was acting so stupid right now and rubbed his forehead slowly as he thought on some more.

He didn't want some old hag who probably been with 10 or more men in her lifetime. He wanted someone at the same level of experience as himself. But was she even thinking like him? Oh he did not know and he doubted he was going to find out. He already knew he was just going to flirt, not physical actions, he was too scared of scaring her and such. "I'll start up the fireplace so you can keep warm." He said nicely to her as he went exited himself from the kitchen back to the living room. He put the water bottle down on the coffee table the went over to the fireplace. Wood was already in there so all he did was snap his fingers and fire sparked from his hand. He put his hand on the log then he moved the fire onto the log and kept his hand there. He knew it'd take awhile for the fire to actually stay on the log so he stayed there soaking the log in fire. Fire did crawl up his wrist the arm a little but he was fine, didn't hurt. Now this was what he needed which was perfect after his embarrassing choking attack he had when she bend over.

[Jacqueline Prideux]

As he responded to her question about food, she nodded a small nod to herself. She was right, he wouldn't have picked the same thing as her. Though it was hard to find anyone that share the girl's passion for cold pepperoni pizza. She wasn't sure what about it her taste buds enjoyed so much, but it was her favorite among the choices. Instead of going for it however, she took the container of homemade spaghetti from the fridge and set it on the counter. Remembering to shut the fridge door, she did so as she went to get a saucepan to warm the food up in. Doing so in the microwave was just... so... bleh. It took all the flavor out in her opinion. Making her mother's sauce taste like something that you could find in a can. That in no way was appetizing.

"I figured. But good choice. My mother is an amazing cook. Learned everything from her mother and we all know grandma cooks best." she responded. Lighting the stove top, Adelina put the saucepan on the burner, and poured the spaghetti into it. This was going to be good when it was done. Taking a wooden spoon from a vase next to the stove, Ade stirred to food just a little. Then she made her way over to a cupboard, and looked inside. Perfect, plates. That was exactly what she needed. Taking two from the shelf, she placed them on the counter top and made her way over to where the silverware drawer was. Just forks? Or forks and spoons? She didn't know if he looked like a proper eater or not, so she simply took two forks from the drawer and went to place them on top of the plates.

"That is so sweet of you," she said, her nose crinkled and a wide grin lit up her face. She wasn't that cold, but the fridge did chill her out a little bit. She watched him as he exited the room, as as soon as he turned the corner, she started beating herself up in her head. What did she think she was doing, honestly? He didn't even like her that much, why did she invite him over, what had come over her? All he saw her as was a cute kid. Kid, heh. When she went to hug him, he had been slow to react. He had given her a compliment, but was that probably obligatory. She was an idiot. This is what she got for thinking that nothing could go wrong in her world, she was sticking her foot in her mouth yet again. This time it was much worse. But it would be fine. It wasn't like she had done anything incredibly stupid. Just a hug, friends hug all the time. She practically attacks David every time she sees him, and he is just a friend. She can pull this off.

After a little while, when the spaghetti was finally warm, she split it evenly on the two plates. Dinner, yum. Should she get bread? Should she have made garlic bread? Blah, if he wanted it he could ask for it, and then she would get back up. Besides, he could always just warm up their food. Not that he was a plate warmer or anything... cough. Grabbing the two plates, and making sure each one had a fork, she finally made her way back into the living room. Concentrating enough not to trip, or do something completely klutzy. Making it to the coffee table she set both of the plates on top of it.

Turning towards Dean, she finally realized exactly what he was doing. He had his arm in her fireplace. On the logs. AND OH MY GOD HE WAS ON FIRE! Her eyes widened as she watched him, and she was about to cry out before she told herself to calm down. He was used to this, right? He did it all the time, right? He had pyro... something. Something that made it to where he could control fire. He said he had complete control over whatever it was that made him able to do this. So why did she feel herself doubting his ability? Probably because she had never seen it before.

"How... how are you doing that?" Adelina asked, somewhat afraid to heard the answer, and doubting that she would believe it.

[dean]

Was a fast exiting for him to go to the living room which he began to spark up his powers and then smirked, lit the log on fire. He kept his hand on the log to push his energy to it to make the flames high. The same effect you would get if you had the gas on but he did not bother to turn on the gas. Pointless when he can just use his powers and cheat which he loved using his powers for everything. He was not aware she was making the dinner all semi-fancy since he was busy playing with fire. When he heard her coming his way his head turned to see the shock on her face. He told her what he can do but he was sure she did not believe him since she was 'untainted.' With a small smile on his face he kept the fire raising up but not going up his arm at all.

Controlling it easily with his mind for he has been using his powers since he was a little teenager. Much close to her age but just three years younger and now he had the full potential and control. The food smelt amazing which he smiled slowly then he felt her coming near him and his eyes moved to her. Pale green, he did have eyes people melt into but he did not let people seem him too often. So people melting into them did not happen much and he was sure maybe not here neither. She questioned how he was doing that which he smiled then he took his flame covered arm out of the fire place. The log was on fire all over the place perfectly burning now. He held his hand out in front of him then he pushed all the flames to go down his arm into a ball into his hand.

"With my mind. I tell it to do what I want and it does it. Increase the size." He said then the flame ball became a little larger then before but still in its formulated ball he had. "Decrease the size." He said that then the size went to a small ball like a golf ball then he smiled again. "Even control the temperature of the flames. Stick you hand in it. Trust me." He remarked as he increased the flame ball sized then he turned down the temperature so it was tolerable luke warm. Which would be nearly impossible for flames to be luke warm but he turned the heat down very low. With a smile he approached her then he waited for her to at least put her hand through with curiosity and such. He let the flame out long enough for her to touch before he went sucked all the flames inside him.

All mostly went in the center of his palm which he clenched his fist after. Biting down on his bottom lip then he went did something just a little bold. His hand he been using the whole time for the fire he placed on her cheek to show her he was fine. "See no harm done. My hand is a little warm but not burning." He let her feel his hand for a moment on her cheek. Then he slowly slipped it away from her face and moved to sit on the couch. Again he did look at the meal which it smelt nice and he went bite his lip again. "Smells wonderful." Sure he was a proper gentleman but he was not some pompous asshole. Times he did eat pizza in his room laying on his bed watching television. He just felt that maybe something more formal would be nice for them now.

Course at the same time he was curious if he might be too boring to her and such since the age gap. Of course he did have his 20 year old sister who liked some of the stuff that she'd be interested in. Though Dean hated Domino with all his might since she was the reason he had his scar on his face. Nevermind he would think of something to entertain them later on. Maybe he shall show off his powers again and impress her with his skills, also he would do the best alternative, let her talk and interact with what she says. He was not a serious person nor much of an asshole to people he liked, he was just very timid right now since he hasn't been alone with a girl for some time.

[Jacqueline Prideux]

His mind? How could he possibly be doing that with his mind? Though it only made his point a bit more believeable when he started to play with the now small ball of flames sitting neatly in his palm. It was actually quite pretty, fire always having been a facsinating thing to the young girl. She tended to like it to stay in the fireplace however, not out on her skin being toyed with. He did just ask her to stick her hand in it though... wait a second. Stick her hand. In Fire. She liked her hand the way it was. He had to follow it with those two little words, trust me. But did she really trust him enough to risk burning her hand. She hesitated, more than a moment. She looked up at his face for a brief moment, trying to discern what he was going for. There was no eager look on his face, so he couldn't be wanting to harm her. He wouldn't do that anyway. She may have just met him, but they had been talking for quite some time. He wouldn't do that. Not unless she gave him reason to. Turning her attention back down she looked at it a brief moment more before finally raising her hand and very slowly putting the ball to the test.

It felt weird going in. It didn't feel anything like she had expected. It tingled, just a little, and was warm all over. Just as she had gotten halfway in, Dean sucked the ball of flame into himself. She jumped back a few inches and let out a small noise. Did he really just do that? The element would have had to go somewhere. Looking to his clenched fist, she waited for it to open, and to see the same ball sitting in the palm of his hand. It never came however, instead she felt his warm hand against her cheek. It was slightly warmer than normal, but other than that he was perfectly fine. She blushed just slightly at the touch and looked down to their feet. Wait, why did she just do that? Stop acting like a little girl, Ade. He's going to think of you as a kid again. She wasn't a kid, obviously, but her personality didn't always reflect that. She was doing good thus far tonight.

She followed him the short distance to the couch and sat on one of the ends. "Thanks. But like I said, it's my Mother's doing. She's trying to teach me, but I tend to get distracted and things burn. I'm hopeless when it comes to cooking anything," she said. She folded her hands in her lap, and looked down at them for a moment. She found she couldn't look him in the eye for very long, she didn't know why. She liked his eyes. Or, what she saw of them from the few pictures she had managed to get him to send her. She hadn't actually looked at them much since he arrived. Maybe because if she does, she might start to babble. She does that when she's nervous. Though if she does it any other time she just calls it talking... a lot. She didn't even know what to talk abotu with him. She didn't remember having this many problems with boys her own age. Though they tend to not like talking. Maybe it was a good thing she wasn't doing this with a boy her own age. he would have gotten kicked out by now probably. Dean was nice. Really nice.

"So... what have you been up to lately?" she asked. The inevitable small talk, yes, that was how to get things going. Not that she could really think of anything else to say. She was sinking, and sinking fast. Why was conversation over the web so easy... but she gets the man in her house and she is at a loss for words. Maybe because online was safe. She could say anything she wanted, and he could just stop talking to her. Not that she wanted that by any means... but the option was there. Now, he had driven himself all the way to her home. He had taken the time and the effort. To do something stupid now would just make him hate her. Maybe she was thinking to much into this. She had spent enough time talking to him, she knows what he's like. She knows what she is safe to say, safe to do. Well, sort of. There shouldn't be any problems tonight.

She made a small gesture to the food, urging him to pick a plate. If he was hungry at the moment even. Wait, of course he would be. He was the one that suggested dinner. Should she turn on the cheesy TV specials now? Or perhaps give them a chance at conversation. It would be rude of her to just turn on the television. It would be like saying, I don't want to talk to you... I don't know why you even came. She didn't want that, nope. But still, the urge to fill the void was becoming increasingly great. She was the hostess, she was supposed to have a plan. Unfortunately she had never had any practice. Adelina took things as they came. To plan anything was unheard of. Even on the weekends she went to visit Emma were never planned. She would just call her friend on a friday, and drive down to Sanglignee that night. Let him do the thinking? Maybe. She needed more practice at this sort of thing.