New York City. The city where dreams come true. At least, that's how it is for Isabella Queens, small town girl who came to the big city. She's attending college there for music, just like she'd always dreamed. She was living large in England until her mum died and her father moved to Wisconsin to take a job at a little firm in a tiny town that isn't marked on some maps. She soon realizes that NYC isn't all it's cracked up to be. She gets a job at a cafe called Beans, a hole in the wall. She keeps up with her studies fairly well. One day, at work while she's closing up shop, a guy comes to the cafe, begging her to make him just one cup of coffee. Being the sweet girl she is, Isabella happily obliges, letting him in. What happens when a storm begins to brew, and they are stuck in the coffee shop for the night? Will romance bud?
cold coffee and lipstick stains {pafp}
- Jahna1
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Jack William Daniels
Name: Jack
Nickname: Jackie(Jacky), jackyboy(jackieboy), loverboy
Age: 18?(depends how old she is i guess)
Gender: male
Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: black
Home Town(City, State): California
Favourite Color: blue
Favourite Food: pizza
Likes: girls, blondes, brunettes, black hair, slim girls with a figure. Fairly athletic girls, guitar, sports, dogs.
Dislikes: smoking, drugs, drinking, insect, animal abuse
Fears: really tall heights
Sexual Orientation: straight
Dating Status: single
Pet(s): a brindle boxer called Roxy
Other: he's tanned and tall with a six pack and muscles. -
Hello lovie! Nice to meet you, call me Jahna, Queeny, or J. Here is a bit about my charrie:
♪ Isabella ♪ Grace ♪ Queens ♪
Nickname-
Iz, Isa, Izzie, Bella, or Queens.
Age-
19
Gender-
Female
Height & Weight-
5"4 and 112 pounds
Eye Color-
Dark brown, a pretty yet plain color to her.
Hair Color-
Chocolate curls that fell down to her mid back.
Skin Color-
Tan in the summer, a bit on the paler side in the winter.
Any Body Modifications-
First, second, and third holes in both ears. Upper cartilage in the right ear. And, in both ears, the piercing in the first tattoo picture.
[color=black]Personality-
Once she warms up to you, Isabella is very sassy and sarcastic, always making sly comments. She is bubbly and bright, so nothing ever gets dull with her around. She's always cracking jokes to lighten the mood, and starting up conversations with random people, getting new ideas for topics. She is very random, blurting out random stuff at random times. She always gives her input, whether you ask or not. She is a bit of a hothead, so don't get on her bad side. She is a dancer, a prima ballerina, though she is good at all dance. She is also a skater, from ice skating to skateboarding. She loves to sing, dance, act, and take photography.Isabella is also a deep girl. She is very thoughtful, and often reads people like an open book. If she tries to see what your feeling, or thinking, she will look up at you, her eyes big and innocent, and seem to stare into your very soul. The experience is seem what chilling and intriguing, and yet she doesn't mean anything by it. She is very innocent, even with all she's been through in the past.
Isabella has a few diagnoses, that she doesn't really tell anyone about. She has anxiety disorder, which is only triggered when she is truly frightened. She also has mild ADHD, which is the main cause of her bubbliness. Despite all of that, she is rather intelligent. She tries to hide these facts as best she can, although hiding them can be a bit rough at times.
Isabella also has some fears. She has a fear of truly loving someone, because of her past. She has a fear of being corrupted or hurt, because of what has happened to her mind and her parents. She has a fear of being imperfect and being judged, because everyone mistreats her and calls her dumb. She really is a sweet girl, but too many people judge her.
Isabella is caring, more than anything else. She is always worrying about others, too busy to worry about herself. If you got hurt, she could be dying and she would try to help you first. She is always trying to appear happy, even on her bad days because she feels like if someone needs to be the glue to hold everyone together, she would be the best person for it. Even if nobody appreciates her.
Turn Ons-
* Tall
* Lip biting
* Sweet
* Smart
*Romantical
*Flirty
* Cute
Pretty eyes
Turn Offs-
* Mean
* Lip licking
* Egotistical
* Liar
* Stupid
* Unnatural hair color
Likes-
* Animals
* Books
* Old movies
* Quilts
* Frozen yogurt
* Autumn
* Beaches
* Colors
* Photography
* Music {all types}
* Talking to interesting people
* People watching
* Water
* Gardens
Dislikes-
* Mustard
*Pickles
* The dark
* The cold
* Clowns
* Insects {especially winged ones}
* Crying
* Small spaces
* When people question her past
* Snoops
* Egotisical people
* Cheaters
* Liers
* Slobs
Fears-
She has claustrophobia and anxiety disorder, and she's afraid of the dark.
Family-
Her father Jonathan, younger sister Elizabeth, and older brother Alexander.
History-
She doesn't talk about it...
Other-
She's British!
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(She sounds like a nice girl ;D, should we start?)
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Jack looked down at the shorter girl, his breath forming clouds in the cold air. He'd walked quickly here, knowing it was close to closing time, obviously closer than he had previously thought. He was tucked inside a warm looking coat, also wearing gloves on his hands but his face was open to the full force of the elements which had left his nose red and his cheeks pink, highlighted by his high cheek bones. "Err, hi" He replied with a quick grin. "look, i know it's practically closing time but would you mind opening up for just one cup of coffee?" He asked pleadingly with big brown eyes. "Please" He put his hands together, almost begging her. He looked imploringly at her, he needed something to warm him up and any other coffee shops were either quite a bit away or had terrible coffee. His black hair was ruffled from the freezing wind, small, white snowflakes contrasting against his dark hair and tanned skin. The snow seemed unnatural for him, it looked like he should be in the sun, sitting on a beach somewhere or in a pool.
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He walked in, unbuttoning his coat and sitting down, watching her. "Black, two sugars please" he replied with a small smile at her. His smile faded slightly as the news drifted over to him. He sighed and ran his hand through his now wet hair, getting rid of any and all snowflakes. "I guess so" he agreed, shrugging off his coat, revealing his ripped jeans and sweater that suggested he might be hiding a six pack. "Well it's nice to meet you Isabella Queens, I'm Jack Daniels" he replied, well aware his name was also a drink, he was used to be asked about it and teased but Jack could laugh at himself so he normally just chuckled it off, their comments didnt really hurt, he found his name being that a little weird too but also cool. It made him sound famous and he sort of liked that but he also liked being a normal guy into sports and stuff.
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He shook his head, he wasn't particularly hungry. He took his coffee with a smile and a nod,taking a sip as he listened to her. "Yeah I'm famous" he joked, tilting his head to one side. "I'm not too sure to be honest, my parents aren't always the most normal of people but oh well, I think Jack suits me and not many people usually bother about my last name" he admitted with a small shrug of shoulders. His nose and cheeks were starting to return to their normal colour. " they might've named me that as a joke I suppose" he contemplated aloud. He took another sip of the steaming coffee, burning his tongue and making it go numb(that rhymed ;D) but he didn't mind. He wasn't a fan of being cooped up but he supposed if he had to stay anywhere then surely a place with food and drink and a cute girl wasn't bad.
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He took another sip and nodded in agreement. " best coffee around" he told her with a small smile. At her next question he looked at her for a moment before nodding again. "You're right, I'm from California, what about you though? You're not even American are you?" He paused. " If I had to guess I'd say you're from England, what part? I have no idea" he ventured. He often met many foreigners and travellers. some who'd come from the state next door and others who had travelled all the way from the other side of the Earth. New York was filled with a wild variety of people and he loved it, it showed everyone could live together and still be a thriving, bustling city.
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"You should go" he told her "it's a nice place" he listened intently as he continued to slowly drink his coffee, letting it warm up his no long glove clad hands. His face had returned to its normal colour by now and he smiled with it at her, he seemed to smile a lot. "What's to drive me away? I came here about a year ago too although I already knew the city quite well because I have family living up here that I used to visit a few times each year. I guess I'm here now though is to make my way in the world and be independent and all that stuff" he murmured. "New York is lovely although a bit loud sometimes huh" he spoke softly, that comment was directed to no one in particular. "Why'd you move away from England" he asked curiously with a small, intrigued frown on his handsome face. He'd never been to England, he'd heard it was cold so he was unlikely to go but he also heard it was a nice place too.
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His face turned apologetic when the conversation took a turn for a worse. He didnt reply to her sad explanation, it was easy to tell what had happened from that explanation although she hadn't said exactly. He didn't want to make things worse so he went with the change of the subject. "I don't know, it's weird huh, maybe I come in when it's not your shift? Or you might've not noticed me but I haven't see you either" he admitted. He'd been served by many different people, some women, others men but none of them had been her, he didn't recall ever seeing her serve someone else whilst he was there either which was strange.
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"That explains it" he murmured. He studied her quickly, she was cute, not as tall as some girls he normally dated, she seemed sweet and kind enough. He bet she probably got hit on a lot in a place like this, well maybe bit since she worked at night but if she had worked earlier on then maybe. "So how old are you?" He asked in curiousity. She looked around his age but you could never be too sure, she could be twenty four max, no way she was older than that, she didn't look as old as twenty four though. Jack, himself, was eighteen, almost nineteen. His birthday was the eighteen of January so not that far off now.
