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Emalia is working when suddenly in walks a devastatingly, handsome, stranger. He sits at a table glaring at anyone who walks too close. Seeing him sit there alone Emalia deduces that he's simply misunderstood and can use a friend.
So, that's exactly what she does, she tries becoming his friend. Pestering her potential friend with kindness and chat. She continues her pursuit of friendship until, one day, he's gone.

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Alaric's POV
"Make sure you stay inside the lines." She orders me well flipping to the next page of her magazine. I look up, ready to glare at her, only to find she's happily humming, her eyes skimming the page. Unable to control myself, I see my body moving to do what she's asked.

"What color did you say you want?" I ask, looking at the shit ton of nail polishes. She draws her eyes away from the magazine to meet mine. I find that I love the feel of her eyes on me; find myself doing what she wants simply to make her happy.

She looks at the colors and I look at her. She brings the pink one "What do you think?" I nod in agreement taking it from her, lingering my fingers on her's for longer then needed. I sit on the coffee table, opposite of her, bringing her foot to my lap. I begin the slow process of painting her nails making sure I 'stay in the lines'.