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Post by Cortney Smit on Oct 20, 2012 1:59:13 GMT -6
Cortney walked into the cafeteria around lunchtime and grinned. She loved the weekend food! There was an all day type breakfast thing going on - well it lasted until almost three anyway - and she loved the selection: full English breakfast, pancakes, cereal, a completely open fruit salad bar, toast and jam and, of course, the choice of just bacon and eggs (cooked any way you wanted) if that's what you really wanted.
She made her way up to the counter and grabbed a tray and bowl before she made her way to the salad bar and heaped a spoonful of each of the different types of fruit as well as a small banana, a bunch of grapes and an apple. Walking up to the woman behind the register she gave her a huge smile as she grabbed a bottle of orange juice and a Greek yoghurt out of the fridge and swiped her student card through the machine. "Thanks." She said as she pocketed the card and then picked up the tray and headed across the room to an empty round table that was in the far corner - about where the student and faculty area divided.
Sitting down in the chair, she got herself comfortable before she folded her hands, said a quick grace and then picked up the knife and sliced the apple up, adding this to her salad, then the banana and pulled the grapes off the steam. Picking up her spoon she mixed the salad together and drizzled the yoghurt over the top of the salad. Once her bottle of drink was opened and poured into her glass,she was finally ready to get started.
She decided that the best thing about not riding here, meant that her weekends really were hers to do what she pleased with. SHe could sleep until noon - not that she ever did though - she could spend the entire day in the library pouring through the books the huge room had to offer, or she could just spend it doing homework - BORING! Her spoon hovered over the bowl though as a shadow fell over her.
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Post by Taylor Westin on Oct 28, 2012 22:55:35 GMT -6
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Taylor strode into the cafeteria. He had about half an hour to kill before hitting the practice rings with Drake and what better way to pass that time than eating food. He, like many guys, loved food and so it of course made natural, logical sense to pass the time here...besides he was done pouring over his books and needed to get out of his room. There were perks to not having a roommate, like privacy, lots of room, but then there were those moments when he wished that he could look across the room to the empty bed and chat. Today was one of those days. He simply needed to get out.
Taking into full account the entire cafeteria, he smiled when he saw the menu. Bacon, pancakes and fruit. His mouth watered with the anticipation of biting into the crisp, crunchy bacon and drowning his pancakes in butter and syrup. Oh this was so a done deal. He quickly stepped up into the line and piled his plate. He was sure other people were looking at his mountain high pile on his plate, but frankly he just didn't care. He was hungry and he was going to eat each and every bite.
Satisfied that nothing else could fit on his plate or in his bowl of fruit, he walked over to the register and smiled as the cashier's eyes grew a little big in her shock. He simply smiled, placed the plate down on the counter and rummaged in his pocket for his student ID card. Smiling, unashamedly he gave her the card. She swiped it with a look of disbelief still on her face, but he saw the faint smile playing at her mouth. Thank you so much...you have a nice day Mam'. She chuckled, handing him back his card. He slipped it into his pocket, picked his plate and bowl up and made his way out to the seating area. He quickly scoped the tables and spotted a lone girl, slicing an apple for her salad. With a shrug of his shoulder he purposefully walked over and from behind waited. He saw his shadow fall over her and knew she'd catch onto his presence.
Hey, sorry to interrupt, but would you mind if I sat with you? Name's Taylor. He gave her a winning smile and hoped she'd say yes...his plate was getting heavy and he'd much rather eat with company than without.
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Post by Cortney Smit on Oct 29, 2012 0:04:27 GMT -6
Cortney put her spoon back in the bowl and turned around. She gave the tall boy a shy smile, so thankful that she hadn't put the spoon in her mouth and chanced having yoghurt on her face. "Um, sure you can." She replied, and rolled her eyes at herself with how thick that statement must have made her seem. She returned his smile, which seemed contagious. "I'm Cortney."
Even though she may not seem like the most welcoming person, Cortney was glad that she now had company. If she had actually known who he was, it would be easy to strike up conversation with him. He was kind of cute, but she didn't let herself sit there with her chin on her hand staring goo-goo-eyes at him. Instead, she picked up her spoon, dropping off half of the food on it - even though it was only a teaspoon, and popping in her mouth. She closed her eyes as she savoured the flavours of the tropical fruits and unflavoured yoghurt. She laughed at herself as she opened her eyes and swallowed the fruits. "I don't think we have any classes together." She commented, she was sure she could have recognised him from any of her classes.
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Post by Taylor Westin on Oct 29, 2012 22:30:14 GMT -6
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He gladly took his seat and began to unpack his plethora of food. It was a bit ridiculous. He simply smiled over at Courtney, unashamed. He wasn't fat anyways...he was tall and could afford the extra pounds. He quickly made a mental note to find a gym this week...he missed his working out.
She seemed nice enough,a little taken off guard by his appearance, but he could work with that. He looked quickly from his pile of food to her yogurt and salad. He looked like a gluttonous pig. The thought only made him smile more. She was eating like a rabbit and a fruit bat...Aha! A FRABATTIT! The joke played through his head, but he decided not to unleash it...he'd just introduced himself to the girl, he didn't want to chase her away with his current corny jokes.
Pleasure to meet ya Courtney....I really appreciate you sharing your space with me...I hate eating lunch by myself. He began to open his orange juice, took a gulp, Adam's apple bobbing. Placing it down he eyed his menagerie of food. Where to start...the bacon was calling his name. He grabbed a fork and stabbed a piece, lifting the crunchy goodness to his mouth. Heaven.
He redirected his attention again to Courtney. He took her in fully for the first time. She looked younger than him, but she had a pleasantness about her. She mentioned classes and he tried to rush through all of his schedule...and then her face occurred within his thoughts. Really? No classes together...I could of sworn you liked vaguely familiar...what's your English Class? He chewed his bacon with the crunch of success and stabbed some fruit from his bowl. He could of sworn they had the same English Lit class, which would be impressive...she seemed to be so much younger...but then maybe he was wrong.
He poured some syrup on his buttered pancakes and waited for her reply. The food was just so good...too good to wait...
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Post by Cortney Smit on Oct 29, 2012 23:21:34 GMT -6
Cortney chewed her food. She frowned slightly as she tried to picture the other students in the English Lit class. "Of course, we're both in English Lit." She said was a laugh. "Sorry." And it wasn't even like he had one of those faces you would want to forget.
She quickly looked down as she put more fruit salad into her mouth, the thought of how cute Taylor was had heated her cheeks up, and she hoped that he would take it as embarrassment for forgetting that they did indeed share a class together.
She looked at all the food on his plate and then her simple bowl of fruit and yoghurt. "I would never be brave enough to get that much food." She said with a giggle. "I could eat it all, but I'd hate what other people would think of me." She shook her head in mirth. "Ah, the plunders of being a girl." The thing is, that she would have eaten it all and her high metabolism would have burned it all away. She was suddenly wishing she had chosen bacon though, as it smelled really good. Shaking her head, she went back to eating her fruit. "Who's your favourite teacher?" She was going to try and attempt to keep the topic on academic classes, as she didn't want to talk about horses.
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Post by Taylor Westin on Oct 31, 2012 22:22:01 GMT -6
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He smiled at her light teasing and wasn't the least bit put out that she didn't remember him from their class, but thought he saw a hint of truth to her words. My motto is do what you do in public only what you do in private. You can guarantee that I eat this much food all the time. If you want to eat something do it...and workout later. He teased lightly as he took another bite of his bacon, and stabbed into the pancakes. So good.
He chewed while he listened to her question as they entered into the small chat conversation. He paused and chewed while he considered her question. Hmm that's a tough one...I would have to say so far...I would have to say Mr. Chase Mathies, the dressage instructor...he's tough, but fair and I think I'll be learning a lot from him... Gotta get the dressage portion of my eventing scores up.
He smiled and took a sip of his orange juice. Wiping his mouth, he paused to look over at Courtney. What about you? Have a favorite teacher? or class? He stabbed some more fruit and chewed while looking intently at his lunch partner, waiting for her answer and the chance to learn more about her.
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Post by Cortney Smit on Oct 31, 2012 23:45:40 GMT -6
Cortney lifted an anxious eyebrow at Taylor's comment. "Don't they frown upon things like that?" She asked seriously. It only lasted another breath though as she gave a dimpled grin and shook her head. "Sorry, but that was too easy. And I'm sorry but I only ever eat like a hippo when I am in the privacy of my own room... that is until I get a roomie."
She took a drink of the orange juice as she listened, not at all surprised that his favourite class was indeed one of the equestrian classes. She should have been more specific with her question and asked about his most enjoyed academic class. She smiled as he asked the same question of her. "My fave teacher would have to be Ms Warner - she teaches the dance class. But my fave class has to be cooking! I'm like the Swedish chef from The Muppets when I'm in the kitchen! Anything just gets thrown into the pot!" Her eyes sparkled as she spoke. "I can't wait for a teacher for the choir though! It's not quite the same singing solo in my room." She pressed her lips together in a shy smile as she went back to eating her fruit salad.
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Post by Taylor Westin on Nov 1, 2012 15:01:42 GMT -6
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He paused mid chew at her comment, Is she being serious? and then she saw the smile the second after and he shook his head chuckling, She had gotten him for that one second. He admired her sudden show of personality, especially her comment on the whole eating like a hippo bit.
He oberved her more closely. She had plesant features and was by no means obese or unattractive. He had never really understood girls distorted view on food and their obsesssion with their body image. He let the thought gp quickly and simply focused more of his attention to his pile of pancakes, his bacon now being gone. He cocked his head attentively while he chewed.
Dance, cooking and choir...well aren't you just little miss domestic. he teased lightly about her favorite, classes and teachers. So you're into singing then? That's cool! Who would you say your biggest influences are and...if you had to compare yourself to any music artist that sounds like you, who would you pick? He had a smile on his face...he was actually eager to hear her response and to see the sparkle in her eye continue to glow.
He took another bite of his pancakes and inhaled them. Swallowed some more orange juice and ate some more fruit salad.
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Post by Cortney Smit on Nov 2, 2012 1:52:41 GMT -6
She pulled a face at his comment about her being domestic just because of her most enjoyed classes. "As if." She replied. "I cook for me, and no one else. I wouldn't mid cooking for some high class restaurant, but they would have to adapt to my recipes."
She had to think about his questions. "To be completely honest, my singing career started in a church choir." She told him. "So I can't compare myself to some pop-rock singer. Though I have been told I sound like Hayley Westenra." She shrugged as she had never heard the girl sing herself, though she knew that she a young singer from Christchurch, New Zealand. "My biggest influences would have to be Witney Houston and Celine Dion. They both have amazingly strong voices that they aren't afraid to take to their limits." Her eyes glowed as she spoke about the two female singers and then laughed. "Ohmigod, I sounds like some wannabe fan."
She shook her head as she laughed and sat back in her chair. "What about you, Taylor? You said that your fave teach was your dressage instructor? Something about eventing? Do you aspire to go into eventing as a career?" It was a shock to her that she had brought up the one topic she had wanted to stay away from, but as equestrianism was the only topic he'd given her, she had no choice other than to end the conversation, and she wasn't one for awkward silences.
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Post by Taylor Westin on Nov 6, 2012 22:44:08 GMT -6
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He chuckled as she quickly refuted his 'domestic' joke. He saw the sudden flair of independence. He admired her comment about the restaurant having to adapt to her recipes. The cooking industry was fierce, very similar to the fashion world in that department....things could get really cut-throat and he hoped for her sake that if she was serious about truly pursuing a career in any of the hobbies she'd just listed, that she was up to the challenge. Dance, singing, cooking...they were all top quality careers where only the few did well enough to etch out a living. He really hoped she was good enough to achieve those dreams if that was what she wanted. But...then again maybe they were all just hobbies...but he could tell by the way she answered his questions that she loved singing.
He smiled in recognition of Hayley Westenra's name. New Zealand was his neck of the world. He'd been thrilled when the family had taken him to see Andrea Bocelli and her live. The music and songs had been like that of angels. She must have a very classical style to her voice and suddenly he was really interested to hear her voice for himself. He continued to nod as she listed her favorites. Whitney Houston had always been one of his favorites...privately of course. It really wasn't cool for a guy his age to go around advertising his love for the more feminine songs...but he'd been a closet fan.
You must have a heavenly voice to be compare to likes of Hayley. I actually come from Australia and when she was in our country, the family took us to hear her and Andre Bocelli live. One of the most beautiful concertos I've been too. And now you have me dying to hear your voice! He smiled at her 'wannabe fan' comment. He didn't think less of her for it. It was hard to not become fanatic about something you loved.
He started picking at his fruit salad and enjoyed a sweet strawberry and observed her as she sat back and laughed at her own comment. He cocked his head as he listened then for her own barrage of questions. He shook his head when she'd brought up the dressage class and eventing. If he hadn't known better he would have thought that she'd looked into his mind or something. He chuckled and mentally slapped himself for not giving Courtney another topic to address. She didn't seem too thrilled to turn to the equine topic and he wondered quietly why. He shook the thought though and openly embraced her questions.
Ahhh yes. I did say that didn't I? He chased down the fruit with a swig of orange juice. Wiping his hands on the napkin he had, he leaned back and smiled. If I didn't know better I would say you've been reading my mail... he chuckled at his joke and continued on. I have big dreams I guess you could say...I don't know how realistic it is, but I'm still working towards it...guess I'm a hopeless dreamer. I'm training in three-day eventing and the big goal is the Rolex. He breathed a sigh of relief as though glad to be unburdened with his secret desire. A warm look filled his eyes as his mind flashed back to his childhood thoughts. I remember from a young age I loved hores and riding as any normal kid would, but it all became serious the day I saw my first Rolex competition on the television. From that day on I was sold. He chuckled and then leaned forward to change the topic. He'd just shared a lot and he wasn't one to monopolize the conversation.
So....that's what's brought me here to BRA. I think I'm settling in here okay...How long have you been here and...if you don't mind my asking...what brought you here? He knew it was a more personal question and he wouldn't be offended if she decided to avoid the question. He was fine talking about other matters.
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Post by Cortney Smit on Nov 7, 2012 0:00:16 GMT -6
Cortney ducked her head as she felt her cheeks heating up in embarrassment and she shrugged. "I don't know." She replied. "Some people just say nice things. And Hayley sounds amazing compared to me." She pulled a face at the thought of her own voice compared to the young singer from New Zealand. "I would loved to have seen her on concert though!"
She silently ate the last of her brunch as she listened to the boy talk about his dream. She knew what the Rolex was, and had once upon a time also dreamed of competing at the three day event in Kentucky. It was funny that now she was here, she never wanted to ride a horse again. She clasped her hands together under the table as she searched for words to say. "Um..." Yeah, that sounded so intelligent. "It sounds like you have got your life planned out for you." She quickly added. "How many horses do you have? And are you working them on one discipline or training them in all three events?" She wanted to push the words back into her mouth, but it was like the old Cortney had resurfaced, the one who wanted to know everything every one else was doing with their own horses so that she could better her own training.
She bit her lower lip as her eyes filled with tears and she lowered her head, trying to hide the tears before they started falling. She picked up her napkin and dabbed at her eyes, to rid the tears. "I wish I was as confident about what I want to do as you seem to be, Taylor."
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