i got chills — private au

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    [justify]Matthias enjoyed walking places. He had a car, but he didn't really use it; not because he was conscious about his 'carbon footprint,' or whatever, he just thought it seemed pointless to drive somewhere that was easily within walking distance. It was a little bit before noon and Matt had settled himself down at a table near the window of one of the local coffee shops.


    Today, the sun was shrouded by clouds and so when he leaned his arms against the window, instead of being greeted by warm glass, Matthias was chilled. That feeling, however, was countered by the warm mocha that he held tightly in his hands. There wasn't really much for him to do today, it was a Friday afternoon and he had yet to make any friends in this new town, so his schedule was pretty much open. His light brown gaze searched the shop for anyone who looked like they were kind enough to strike up a conversation. Hm, no such luck.


    Perhaps he'd leave.

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    Enter Jemma, who arrived at the shop the same time the thought of leaving came to Matthias. There wasn't anything regal about her entrance; the only thing of significance and worth noting about was the imaginary scent of smoke she carried with her. She was graceless, but it was because her air attracted only the most curious of eyes. She walked past Matthias like she hadn't even seen him, going up to the counter and ordering herself a black. The exchange happened quickly, as she knew it would. Money in the register, cup in her hand. She didn't like to be kept waiting, which was possibly the reason she never took anything in her coffee. She expected to be in and out in no time. She briefly considered thinking about where she would be going after this, realizing she'd cleared her entire schedule today for no exact reason. But that meant staying here longer than she'd like and risking a half-hour talk with a man she didn't know about how pretty her eyes looked and how he'd like to take her out to dinner tonight at this new restaurant just down the street. Jemma wasn't in the mood.


    Maybe she'd stop by the library. It'd been a while.


    She observed her surroundings as she waited, peering over her shoulder and finding her eyes drifting toward the boy she'd passed coming inside. He had a good foot over her and skin like cocoa. Both were turning her on, but she bit down the lusting smirk that appeared comfortably on her face and turned back around, gripping the edge of the counter with both hands like it could keep her from going over to him.


    The library's your destination, she reminded herself. Not Six O'clock. You're grabbing your coffee, and then you're going.


    But Jemma had to admit, he was very tempting.

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    Although Matthias wasn't as egotistical as most other guys, that didn't mean that he wasn't vain -- even if it were only a little bit. As Jemma entered, his gaze shifted casually towards her. When she didn't meet his gaze, one of his brows shot up and he kept subtly turning his head to watch her throughout the duration of her exchange with the cashier. It was swift and efficient, was she a regular? Matthias hoped so. Her lack of interest in him, or anyone else, had caught his eye and he silently accepted the challenge -- whether it had been intentional or not.


    His light brown eyes met Jemma's, and he held her gaze a bit longer than a typical stranger would before turning his head and staring down at his phone with feigned interest. After a few more moments, the dark haired boy stood up, grabbing his coffee and his cell, and began to make his way over to the counter where Jemma was standing. Matthias stood behind her for a few seconds before gently tapping her on the shoulder, a whimsical grin spreading across his features. "I do believe you're holding up the line." He spoke quietly, though by his tone and expression, it was clear that he was only poking fun at her.


    Since Jemma had not yet taken a seat, Matt assumed that she wouldn't be staying for very long. She seemed to expect things promptly -- which was not a bad thing -- which was why he wasn't quite sure why she had remained at the counter. Was something keeping her here? "Would you like me to walk you out?" He asked. It was somewhat bold, considering she had never met him, and she didn't have any obligations to say yes, but he was intrigued by her.