One of Those Days|(Christine/open) INACTIVE

[erin]

She felt thankful that he did notice her. Not like she was one to be boastful, but having none other than Harry Chandler take notice in her was quite something. Then again, Ophelia was certain that her feelings for him only strengthened more and more with each passing second. Especially when he seemed to reciprocate those feelings. Her head whipped around causing her hair to swoosh over her shoulder. A smile came to her face as he spoke her name. It was a melodic tone she wanted to hear over and over again. "Good evening Harry."

Her tone was still the same quiet and almost conservative one she had around him. If he only knew how much she tried to strive for perfection when around him. "As long as the woman accompanying you does not mind." She said while being sure not to sound rude. Ophelia examined the girl he was with and had to admit, she could understand if he did just so happen to look her way. She looked poised and elegant as she sat at the table. Her brown curls were bouncy and light and her complexion was flawless. Ophelia felt so...quite plain to say, childish.

As she heard the okay come from the woman's mouth, she sat on the seat on the side opposite the only empty seat and set down her drink and bag. "Thank you for letting me sit here." She thanked while turning the girl and then Harry. Ophelia had no clue what exactly to say. She had sort of walked in and felt like she was intruding on some sort of conversation they were just having.

[hamlet]

Harry watched her with a grin stuck to his face and nodded to Christine's question, absently. He watched her until she sat down, completely captivated. He knew it was irrational to feel this way so quickly but...Ophelia was just beautiful, just being Ophelia. She was the model of a passionate woman. It was a shame she wasn't a performer. Harry had confidence that she would bring honest, sincere truth to whatever scene she attempts.

"Ophelia, we were talking about what makes a good performer." He told her. "That you need to really, truly love what you do. And love passionately." He paused, thinking that Ophelia exemplified that very thing, before looking over at Christine. Ophelia was his example. He sighed, addressing Christine. "I'm sorry if I offended. Things have been really stressful lately and..." He definitely preferred not to get into details. "I didn't mean to offend you. I'll get you into a school. But realize that passion, unfiltered passion is the only way you're going to survive the business."

He looked over at Ophelia. "This woman in front of me is full of passion." He said confidently. "She takes what ever she likes, as a florist, like the beauty of flowers, the delicacy, the color...the natural beauty...she took that and learned what ever she could about them. And she honed her art." Harry smiled at Ophelia. "It's what she has to do if she really wants to go after a what she wants, right Ophelia?"

He looked to Christine. "Thats really all I was...attempting to say."

[christine]

Christine smiled at the new comer who had come to their table. "Its my pleasure" she said softly. Then she turned to Harry for a moment. Listening to what he had to say. Still a bit offended inside though. But wanting to meet someone new for the first time as well. Christine, just remained quiet for a moment. Her arms were folded as her back rested against the chair.

Looking up at Harry she said softly "Its...quiet alright. Trust me, I'm not offended at all Harry" she said with a light smile. "Its pretty understandable. So don't worry about it Harry" she said in a gentle voice. Though deep down inside she was very disturbed by the way he reacted. "Thank you for your help though Harry" she said again softly.

Then Christine turned to Ophelia, who was sitting next to harry. All she could do right now was smile as she watched him communicate with her. Harry and Ophelia reminded her of a younger self and Raoul. Christine just remained quiet as he spoke. "Like I said its understandable" she said looking upon Harry. Not removing her eyes from his for a moment. Then she looked back to Ophelia. "And, does this young woman have a name ?" she asked curiously smiling a little to Ophelia.

[hamlet]

(i think its safe to say we're all museless in this thread so I'm going to put it away now )