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Elsa Hosk
He tilted his head to the side, confused for a moment before he caught on. Miles raised his eyebrows a fraction and laughed awkwardly. “I don’t…I don’t think I actually…donated to her but.” Clearly this was an uncomfortable moment for both of them, so he dropped it. “I’m not drunk, or a slob, I promise.” His smile faltered as she cut herself off. As much as he really didn’t want to know, he couldn’t help wondering just what she’d been through at the club. “I know my opinion isn’t that important to you, but I think you’re a lot more than just your job. You know, like…your eyes are dead. You still know how to put on a genuine smile. And that’s good to see.”Miles laughed lightly before he didn’t feel like laughing at all. For a second there, he’d thought he was doing all right. He thought… well, it didn’t matter now. Not that he was going to give up just like that. “No, it doesn’t seem harsh at all,” he said quietly, feeling the urge to reach out and comfort her somehow. She looked so sad. But, chances were, taking her hands or stroking her cheek would be completely counterproductive. “I guess that’s a no to coffee, then?” He laughed pathetically, trying his best not to look too upset. “You should at least let me pay for before. The dance, I mean. It’s only fair.”
“It was really nice meeting you too, Mila.” He gave her the most convincing smile he could manage. “Weekdays at 5pm…” He trailed off, doubting she would ever bother listening to his show.
The atmosphere grew uncomfortable and she quickly changed the subject from what she had initially said. “You dress too nice to be a slob,” she commented, admiring his outfit. “But you might secretly be a psychopath, so I really shouldn’t be standing out here alone in a deserted alley.” She smiled, only to be cut off by a yawn. These late nights really were getting to her. “You sure know how to flatter a girl.” She said, batting her eyes in mock approval.
Despite what he said, she knew it was harsh. He was probably under the impression that she would at least go out on a date with him, and here she was telling him to leave. “That’s a no to coffee,” she said glumly, creasing her forehead. She ignored his comment about the money and gave him one last look.
She had taken approximately ten steps before she stopped in her tracks. Dammit, she thought to herself. Mila tried to come up with an excuse for why she was about to do what she was about to do, but nothing plausible came up. She didn’t date customers — even almost customers — and that was the number one rule that she was about to break. Well, possibly break, depending on what he said.
With one quick movement, she swung around and took a deep breath. “Miles,” she said with a hint of determination in her voice - -she was rather surprised he was still standing there, since if she were in his situation she would have already left. Her feet moved before her brain could offer up an intellectual thought, and before she knew it she was in front of him, her lips on his.
For a few seconds they stayed that way, until she broke off and pursed her lips together, trying to hide a smile. “If you’re sure you want to get involved in my life, then meet me at Penang Coffee House, just two streets over, at 2.00. I’ll wait twenty minutes, and if you’re not there then, then I’ll assume you chickened out. Got it?”
She placed a hand on his cheek and reached on her toes to give him a short peck on the lips. “Weekdays at five pm.” She repeated his words from before, a chuckle escaping her lips. And with that she stepped back and gave him a wave.
(Source: milapec, via mchasan)
He couldn’t help grinning at her response. No crying or slapping or foot stomping or anything! Score one for Chasan. “I am a nice guy,” he assured her. “I, um…I donate to charity and I buy toys for animal shelters and I…er, recycle…” He coughed, effectively cutting himself off. Not that those things weren’t true, but he did do a lot of not-so-great things, too. She probably wouldn’t care about either side of him. “I don’t think you’re a bitch,” he said quietly. “I think you’re really—well you’re gorgeous, for one thing, I bet you get that a lot.” Miles tilted his head, trying to make the most of the limited lighting outside. “And you seem very determined about the things you do. I think that’s why I rubbed you the wrong way. I mean—figure of speech, you know…” He coughed again and looked at the ground, shaking his head.“I’m not that strange, though, am I?” He lifted his head to look at her, putting on his best sincere smile. “And I really do want to help, whatever that may mean to you.” Now he knew her name, or he assumed it was he real name, anyway. “Mila,” he echoed, trying it out. “Pretty. Fits you.” Miles laughed quietly to himself. “Me? I’m Miles Chasan, maybe you’ve heard…” Now is not the time to be a cocky asshole he reminded himself. “I, uh, co-host a little radio show.” He shrugged, attempting nonchalance. “It’s whatever.”
“I’m sure you are,” she chimed, taking a moment to look off behind him and sigh. “I can see that you donate to Charity,” she nodded, but then realised he may not understand the joke. “Ah, one of the girls in there. Her stage name is — yeah.” Mila shook her head, trying to grasp that she was actually having this conversation with someone — no, not someone. A person she was just giving a lap dance to. She wasn’t quite sure of his intentions — did he just want to apologize, or did he want something more? She decided to hear him out. “I do get that a lot. Just most of the time it’s from drunk slobs who —” she pursed her lips together, ” — sorry, you don’t want to hear that. And yes, I am very determined — but this isn’t some analysis on who I am. Th — there’s much more to me than my job. I just wish everybody saw that.”
“You are a little strange,” she crinkled her nose and took a small step forward. “I’m not sure how you could help, though. So maybe it’s best if you just… leave. Before you get any more involved in my complicated life.” Immediately she wished she could take those words back — the first guy to show some kindness towards her, who didn’t treat her like an object, and she tells him to leave. She rolled her eyes, but at the same time looked down so he wouldn’t notice how disapproving she was of her own actions. “That sounds harsh. I’m sorry. Uh.”
“It was nice to meet you, Miles,” she said. “I’ll be sure to listen out for you on the radio.” And with that, she turned around.
(Source: milapec, via mchasan)
Elsa dressed up as Sailor Moon at her graduation Party
