For his part, Adrián was not exactly dressed down but he wasn't what he would consider dressed either. Black slacks, a dark button down shirt that being silk and a bit billowy could almost be called a blouse and on his feet were a pair of black boots that laced up. Ones specifically meant for dancing Flamenco though he had taken the taps off the heels. His hair was slicked back, pulled into a low ponytail and for once he was without his myriad pieces of jewelry. And while she told him to only bring himself, he couldn't resist the polite gesture of bringing the hostess a small gift. In this case, a bottle of vino to go with their meal.
Exiting the cab and then buzzing her apartment, he waited to be permitted entrance. He wasn't smiling however, he was giving a rather pointed look to a person quite dead that kept trying to ask him a question. Not tonight, amigo.
She heard the buzz and nearly fluttered to the PA system. She pressed a button to unlock the door, the door clicking open on his end. "It's open. Third floor, second door." She spoke into the device.
Addy headed back into the kitchen and finalized everything before starting to bring over the dishes. She was still waiting on the potatoes, but they only needed a few more minutes.
He did finally smile at her greeting, such as it was, and the instructions. He didn't require those, not that he'd ever explain to her how he seemed to simply know such things. He would have found her apartment on the first try without any prompting. He often brushed it off as being good at guessing and having strong intuition when a layperson asked him about such things. Thus far, Addie hadn't really been exposed to too many situations where Adrián displayed some of his more unique traits.
Still, he knocked lightly before letting himself into her flat. "Mi princesa roja, donde...?" He trailed off and no sixth sense needed as he simply followed his nose and the scents coming from the direction of the kitchen. "Hola, you." He said it softly as he came up behind her, bestowed those customary kisses to her cheeks and held the bottle of wine out while more or less catching her in a one-armed hug for a moment. "You have been very busy."
She heard him enter and peered around the corner. It was a very small apartment so it wasn't like he had far to go. She darted back and forth a few times. Addy was a perfectionist, and in this way she was going over everything in her head ten times over.
Butt then he had an arms around her and gave the customary European greeting which in turn made her smile. The gesture reminded her of her mother. "Well I hope you like it." It was then she saw the wine and took it from him, making for the glasses. "You didn't have to do that, but thank you."
Grabbing the two wine glasses she had out, she brought them over to the table. "Potatoes are almost done. I did some recipe searching online and there's some pork with vegetables, rice, and tortillas, a light salad, linguini with a cream sauce, and seasoned potatoes. Oh, and some Spanish rice pudding for dessert." Addy told him a little pleased with herself.
A dancer, he certainly was. While she works, he was merely having fun, loosening up and getting in the mood to dance. His movements weren't choreographed but they were those done with a practiced ease and not a little grace. Smiling at her question he nodded his head. "Si. I am always ready for the music."
He walked back across the space and moved her kitchen chairs out of the way and then pushed the table against the wall as well. The space was small but he didn't need much room as long as the area he was to work with was unobstructed. He already knew he wouldn't be leaping or jumping in the apartment, there was no need for copious amounts of floor. "You want to see what it is that I do?" He was offering to dance for her, to perform. Flamenco was a solo performance at times, at least in terms of dance. He wasn't self conscious about being watched at all
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She finished and turned around to watch him. Leaning on the sink, Addy watched the impromptu moving and grinned. He certainly seemed ready. It was amusing watching this. He certainly seemed in better spirits. "I would love to see what you do. Please, show me." She responded, tilting her head up to watch him move.
He would have laughed at the phrasing of 'better spirits' the irony something he wouldn't care to explain. His mood had improved, though. He didn't need to focus on or even think about the horrors of the day. For the next while, he would shut all of the memories out and ignore the persist little voice that kept calling to him. Later, much later, he would apologize for that act but for the time being he needed his mind to himself. He needed to dance. Music heals the soul--his grandmother often told him that and he firmly believed.
Once again, he changed the song playing on the iPod and this time as the music started, he stood in the center of her floor with his head bowed for several measured beats. Once he chose to move, he did so with a flourish--arms up, hands held just so and fingers snapping even as his feet were moving with his ankles rolling to tap heel and then the ball of each foot in time to the sounds coming from the speakers. This was a dance he knew well, steps he could take in his sleep. His actions were precise but
( ... )
She stayed in her spot and watched him. The moment he began to move, her face broke into a wide grin and she crinkled her nose. He was good. Each move so practiced it was natural. And he knew this. The way his eyes landed on her, the way his hand came to touch her.
He was not all like any man she'd ever been with or generally would be with. But then she wasn't his usual either. Maybe it was something they both needed. Addy was a little surprised at herself, the way she took to their relationship. But he was different. He got her out her skin. He reminded her that there was a whole world out there. He was fun.
When he finished, she crossed over to him and clapped. "Bravo. That was amazing." She told him before standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
"You will be performing here the next time I come back." He decided to play along with her teasing, leading her in a slow spin away and then pulling her right back against himself again. "Put your right hand in my right, we'll cross." And circle each other though he kept his head bent and his brow against hers. If she wanted to keep from getting dizzy, she'd look right back at him and nowhere else.
He spun her with ease. It was fun, and Addy found herself completely relaxed. Adrián had a way of making her that way. He was easy to be around, and made her forget about things. It was simple and lovely.
She listened to what he said and kept her blue eyes on his. Addy's eyes were wide, just watching him. She took in his movements and let him continue leading her.
Being regarded that way made him want to laugh. Instead of giving into the urge to do so, he tilted his head and half-closed his eyes as he gave her a soft kiss. When he pulled away, his head was lifted again and he was grinning. Maybe from amusement or perhaps in triumph, it was hard to tell. He just looked pleased with himself.
Wasn't looking pleased with himself his default look? His kiss was tender though and she felt herself longing for it, chasing after his lips after he separated.
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Exiting the cab and then buzzing her apartment, he waited to be permitted entrance. He wasn't smiling however, he was giving a rather pointed look to a person quite dead that kept trying to ask him a question. Not tonight, amigo.
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Addy headed back into the kitchen and finalized everything before starting to bring over the dishes. She was still waiting on the potatoes, but they only needed a few more minutes.
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Still, he knocked lightly before letting himself into her flat. "Mi princesa roja, donde...?" He trailed off and no sixth sense needed as he simply followed his nose and the scents coming from the direction of the kitchen. "Hola, you." He said it softly as he came up behind her, bestowed those customary kisses to her cheeks and held the bottle of wine out while more or less catching her in a one-armed hug for a moment. "You have been very busy."
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Butt then he had an arms around her and gave the customary European greeting which in turn made her smile. The gesture reminded her of her mother. "Well I hope you like it." It was then she saw the wine and took it from him, making for the glasses. "You didn't have to do that, but thank you."
Grabbing the two wine glasses she had out, she brought them over to the table. "Potatoes are almost done. I did some recipe searching online and there's some pork with vegetables, rice, and tortillas, a light salad, linguini with a cream sauce, and seasoned potatoes. Oh, and some Spanish rice pudding for dessert." Addy told him a little pleased with herself.
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He walked back across the space and moved her kitchen chairs out of the way and then pushed the table against the wall as well. The space was small but he didn't need much room as long as the area he was to work with was unobstructed. He already knew he wouldn't be leaping or jumping in the apartment, there was no need for copious amounts of floor. "You want to see what it is that I do?" He was offering to dance for her, to perform. Flamenco was a solo performance at times, at least in terms of dance. He wasn't self conscious about being watched at all ( ... )
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Once again, he changed the song playing on the iPod and this time as the music started, he stood in the center of her floor with his head bowed for several measured beats. Once he chose to move, he did so with a flourish--arms up, hands held just so and fingers snapping even as his feet were moving with his ankles rolling to tap heel and then the ball of each foot in time to the sounds coming from the speakers. This was a dance he knew well, steps he could take in his sleep. His actions were precise but ( ... )
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He was not all like any man she'd ever been with or generally would be with. But then she wasn't his usual either. Maybe it was something they both needed. Addy was a little surprised at herself, the way she took to their relationship. But he was different. He got her out her skin. He reminded her that there was a whole world out there. He was fun.
When he finished, she crossed over to him and clapped. "Bravo. That was amazing." She told him before standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
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She listened to what he said and kept her blue eyes on his. Addy's eyes were wide, just watching him. She took in his movements and let him continue leading her.
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