time slips to nothing [aimee]

[owen]

Truth be told, Owen never really knew what to do with himself on a day off. Sure, like any human being he liked to take the chance to unwind and relax, but he could only take up so much time in doing that. He was, by all meanings of the definition, a workaholic. The wonderful thing about Owen was that he had no family to worry about so he didn’t have to feel any guilt from his work-driven out look on life. Unfortunately there was a bittersweet edge to that, because whenever those sorts of thoughts floated into his mind he got a familiar twinge in his chest reminding him that he was falling behind schedule. Sure, he didn’t really have any exact dates and events that he would like to have happen by a certain time, but whenever Owen looked back at his high school friends online or whenever he visited his mom in New York, he felt...stuck. They had a wife, they had kids of their own, they had a career, they had the house, the car, the vacations. He had to admit that he was envious. It wasn’t as if he thought he’d never get those things-- it was silly to think that-- he just couldn’t help but wonder when he would catch up to everyone.

But yes, Owen had the day off. As usual, he’d woken up abnormally early. It was such a habit for him that even attempting to sleep in wasn’t going to work. He tried for an hour to get back to sleep but upon failing, he rolled out of bed and put on a fresh pot of coffee. By the time he did a quick 5K run, the coffee was done and his house smelled like delicious, freshly squeezed angels. Or what the man assumed would smell just as good. A brief shower and a change of clothes later and he’d downed the whole pot. How else did people think he managed to keep up a chipper attitude when he worked as much as he did? It’d be a freaking miracle otherwise. However, since today wasn’t a work day, he would cut back on the caffeine. Not by much. He looked at his calendar and frowned. He liked having things to do during the week to keep himself occupied. Work meetings, meeting with friends, races, whatever. Something to keep him busy.

Eventually he settled with doing some yard work and housework before grabbing a bite for lunch. It was strange: despite the fact that he’d studied so hard to be a chef, most of the time he ate simple things. Just a sandwich and some baby carrots was good enough for him. It wasn’t even a fancy sandwich. He liked simplicity sometimes; one could never underestimate it. By mid-afternoon he found himself wandering around the shops, trying to find something for his mother’s birthday. His mother and his grandmother had been his primary caretakers growing up, and yet he still didn’t know what the hell to buy either women on any occasion. Why did it have to be so complicated? The worst part was, both Alexander women said the same thing: ‘Oh, you don’t have to get me anything’. Owen couldn’t let himself be satisfied with that answer, now could he? Which is why he found himself wandering into some sort of cute little shop thing that was filled mostly with blue-haired old women, and a few select young ones. The smell of...actually, he wasn’t entirely sure what that was. He just knew it was strong. Whatever it was hit him hard in the nose. He tried to locate the smell, and eventually found himself staring at a wall of candles. He looked at it with mild horror: how the hell were there possibly this many candles? Sighing, he started at one end of the wall and slowly made his way across, smelling every single scent there was. It was a daunting, confusing process.

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[aimee]

hope you don't mind me using lily, thought it'd make it less awkward

Aimee was so happy to have a day off work, it seemed like she hadn’t had one on one time with Lily in ages. Her family were always around or Lily was at daycare or spending time with a friend, sometimes it annoyed Aimee that her daughter was such a social butterfly. Lily came home with party invitations every couple of weeks and there was always a little girl asking if they could have a play date. Aimee loved that her daughter was so chatty and carefree, it was a trait that she wished that she possessed but it sometimes got in the way of Aimee and Lily time which upset the brunette. Sure, Aimee hadn’t planned to have Lily and Lily’s dad had scarpered at the first mention of baby but Aimee had made the best of what could have been a terrible situation, she decided to love Lily rather than resent her, she made her life revolve around her little girl because that’s what her mom had done, she’d seen people be brilliant moms, she just had to put what she’d learnt into practice. Sadly, babies don’t come with instruction manuals, Aimee felt they should come with a tape, that explains which each cry means but nope, you had to work that out for yourself. Sure, when Lily was a baby they had lived with Aimee’s mom and she was brilliant in helping out but Aimee wanted to be Lily’s mom, not her sister and so here they were out on their own.

They were going shopping, a regular activity for the duo, Lily would gawp at pretty clothes and Aimee would try and avoid buying anything too expensive. The blonde skipped, her high ponytail bouncing as she walked and she turned to check her mom was still in sight because that was the rule, make sure mommy can always see you. She sat down at the fountain and Aimee smiled walking towards her daughter whilst fumbling about in her purse to find her daughter a quarter so that she could make a wish. This was their tradition, every time they came to the mall Lily made a wish into the fountain, she would try not to tell because if you tell it doesn’t come true but by the time they’d reach the third shop she’d be bursting and she’d finally admit that she wished for a brother or sister, it was always the same. And then, after her little confession Aimee would have to talk to Lily about how she was special and she didn’t need any siblings because she had enough friends and aunties and uncles to make up for it. Aimee knew that Lily missed playing with her second cousins, Aimee had a cousin whom she had always been pretty close too growing up and she was married with three kids, one gorgeous girl and two boys, when Lily was with them she just fitted in, that was the kind of family Aimee wanted to give her little girl.

Lily made her wish and then skipped off stopping outside a little shop and she looked up at her mom, “we need to get Miss Davies a present”

[/i] she said matter-of-factly and she was correct, Miss Davies was Lily’s pre-school teacher and she was leaving to have a baby, and the shop that Lily stood outside of was the perfect place to find something. Aimee looked at Lily and nodded, “but there are a lot of fragile things in here so you stick close to mommy okay?” she asked making sure the girl understood. Aimee took Lily’s hand and they headed into the little shop, bee-lining for the candle stand, because candles were the fall-back present, when you had no idea what to get. Lily let go of Aimee’s hand and went to smell the candles in the little metal boxes whilst Aimee went to the glass ones, this seemed like a good idea but in reality Lily was probably more careful than Aimee, the brunette tended to be a little bit of a klutz. As Lily smelt the rose candle which made her choke a little bit she looked up to see a man looking incredibly confused, what was there to be so worried about. She picked up her favourite, it was called fairy dust and it smelt of vanilla and marshmallows, and tapped the man on the leg, hoping that he would look down at her, “this one” was all she said as she handed him up the little metal box. [/blockquote][/justify][/size]

[owen]

Out of all the things in the world, Owen had never woken up at said to himself, “Damn, what I really need in my life is a large scented candle that smells like happy babies”. It was just a fact of life: he just had never understood it. His grandmother had an affinity for those smelly dried leaves that she kept with the bath salts and every time Owen was around them, they just made him sneeze. His mother didn’t share the same affection for the smelly leaves, but instead her nose yearned for scented candles. They didn’t have much money as he grew up, so every Christmas Liam would save his pennies and buy his mother a large scented candle that she’d try to make last until the next Christmas. Looking at the candle wall in front of him, he decided that it was weird to buy a candle when it wasn’t Christmas. Unfortunately, as he looked on, he realised that if he didn’t get a candle, then he had no sweet clue what the hell to get the woman that raised him. Women were strange. He’d order flowers, sure, and make her her favourite red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting, but otherwise he was lost. Cook her dinner? He always cooked her dinner growing up, and he always cooked for her when he was home. Hmm. Gah, he was starting to get a headache. He wasn’t used to thinking so hard about such materialistic things.

Liam smelled a candle that claimed to be pumpkin pie, but scrunched his face up when it smelled more like his gym socks sprinkled with cinnamon. It smelled nothing like his pumpkin pies. Sighing, he place the candle back on the shelf. As he picked up one that claimed to be ‘Spring Breeze’-- whatever the hell that meant-- a young woman and what he assumed to be her daughter joined him in the candle section. From the corner of his eye he looked at the mother; damn, she was pretty. Pretty actually didn’t really seem to fit her-- there was something else about her, something....something that definitely grabbed his attention. However, he didn’t want to be the creepy candle stalking man, so he returned to his ‘Spring Breeze’ candle. He did not like it. As he placed it back on the shelf, he heard a little voice and felt something at his leg. Looking down, he paused for a moment before grinning. ”Oh really? Let’s see, shall we,” he said, crouching down to her level. He took the little metal box she offered and brought it to his nose. Sniffing it cautiously-- the failure pumpkin pie candle had scarred him-- he smiled to find it was quite delicious. ”Well, I think, Miss, that you must have a nose for candles which I do not possess. Excellent choice,” he said.

As weird as it sounded, this child was smarter than he was. At picking candles, at least. And now he had an excuse to talk to the child’s beautiful mother without it seemingly like he was just trying to hit on her. ”My name’s Owen? What’s yours?” he asked kindly to the girl. Wait, was it weird for a grown man to ask that to a girl who probably wasn’t even five yet? He hoped not. He liked kids, kids were awesome, and cute and fun to bother. Plus they saw the world from a different perspective, and often made a better judge of character than adults did. ”And is this lovely lady your mommy?” he asked, standing and offering a friendly smile to the brunette. He felt tall. Really tall. Next to the child he seemed like a giant, but even next to the brunette he seemed a bit...gangly. Luckily he was used to his obnoxious height and had long since learned to use it to his advantage.

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[aimee]

aww, i love him already

Aimee loved scented candles, they were a waste of money but yet they still littered her coffee tables and windowsills, it just made her day a bit better when Lily was in bed and she could light a vanilla candle and become immersed in a book, it relaxed her, she couldn’t really explain it. Lily loved them too which was why amongst the vanilla ones were her fairy dust ones and every night when she went to bed Aimee lit one by her window, Lily knew never to touch it and when Aimee went into to check on Lily she blew it out, the girl just found it easier to fall asleep with the soft smell circling her room. Aimee knew that was probably due to her, whenever Lily had spelt in her crib in Aimee’s room there was always the soft vanilla smell and now she associated that smell with bedtime. She knew when it was the wrong candle too, Aimee had run out and bought a cheap marshmallow one from the local shop but the blonde had noticed it immediately, she had a brilliant sense of smell, especially for her favourite candle. Aimee was distracted, she took her eyes off Lily and began to smell them, trying to picture the teacher for whom the present would belong, she thought that cherry would be quite a nice idea, but once she smelt it she changed her mind.

Lily liked helping people and she smiled as he bent down to take the candle and smell it before admitting that it was a brilliant choice. She giggled and nodded, “marshmallow” she said with a smile, confirming what type of candle it was that she had offered him. She listened as he introduced herself and she replayed what her mom had told her about talking to strangers, only tell them your first name, that was the rule. She smiled and looked up at him, her ponytail bouncing as she did so, “Lily” she said with conviction, sometimes she spoke quietly but she knew her name and so she was pretty sure of herself on this one. She watched him stand up and ask if the woman on the other side of him was her mom and she nodded pretty excitedly before running round to her mom and tapping her, “mommy”

[/i] she said, continuing to tap her, “Owen”[/i] she said pointing to the man who towered above her, wow, he was tall. Lily didn’t really understand relationships, Aimee had never had a boyfriend in the whole time that Lily had been alive and so to Lily meeting a guy in a candle shop was the same as meeting another mom in the park, she didn’t see the way he looked at her or anything of the sort, she was just trying to make friends.

The brunette looked down at her daughter as she tapped her over and over again, apparently to introduce her to a man she’d met, which immediately filled Aimee with a bit of worry. However, this wouldn’t be the first time, Lily tended to talk to quite a lot of strangers and often that meant that they would soon be introduced to Aimee, at least this guy didn’t look too creepy, in fact he was terribly handsome. Aimee pushed the thought from her head as soon as it arrived, she was a mother to a four year old little girl, now was not the time for crushes in candle stores. She smiled as Lily introduced the two of them, “I’m Aimee” she said with a soft smile, “and it seems you’ve already met Lily” she stated and Lily nodded with a smile, that was a correct statement. Aimee wasn’t really good at talking to guys, she was quite out of practice, it’d been over six years since she’d had to do it, and that was quite a long time when you were only a young as Aimee. She saw the way he looked at her though, he didn’t hold the pity that most people seemed to when they saw her out with Lily, maybe he thought she was a babysitter, or maybe he assumed there was someone else in the picture, she wouldn’t know. [/blockquote][/justify][/size]

[owen]

There were a few flaws in Owen, as there were always flaws in people, but they weren’t things that made him altogether unpleasant. The only problem was that the man was a bit oblivious at times. He paid a lot of attention to detail, but tended to neglect the bigger picture. So instead of realising that it might have been weird for a grown man to be having a conversation with a child about marshmallow scented candles, Owen instead was focusing on the fact that his mother would love the candles; the kid seemed cute; and the kid’s mother was stunning. And now he had a reason to stare at the woman. Well, not stare in the creepy sort of way, but if he did want to steal a few glances-- and he wanted to steal more than a few-- the fact that her daughter had spoken to him made it so that he could throw his attention towards the woman without seeming like a creep. Sometimes social interactions just worked out that way. An awesome way. ”Marshmallow? No wonder I like it. Have you ever roasted marshmallows over a fire before?” he asked the little girl with a small smile. He thought that was the one thing that all children should be allowed to do. Life wasn’t life until you’d eaten a toasty marshmallow. And of course everything was just better when chocolate was involved, so why not make it into a s’more?

”Lily? Lily is a lovely name, and a lovely flower. Are you a flower? Do you need to be watered every day?” he asked, joking around with the small girl. For a moment the idea of having to plant kids’ legs into giant pots and watering them every morning an evening was completely obscure and rather humourous. He chuckled to himself as Lily ran over to the woman; Lily seem quite pleased to have the brunette as her mother. The mother had a name: Aimee. He smiled at the older of the two and nodded, casting a glance towards the child. ”Yes, she’s quite the smart one, I’d say. Saved me the headache of trying to figure out what to get my mother for her birthday. Women are terribly hard to buy for, y’know that?” he asked, giving her a a secretive wink as if they were conspirators in the way in which women operate. Was he being too forward? He didn’t think so; he just had an easy going nature to him. Sometimes that backfired and the person he met didn’t find him to be humourous and then took offense to the things he said; he hated when that happened.

And Owen certainly hoped that it wouldn’t happen with this Aimee woman. He took her appearance in-- her dimples when she smiled, the soft brown curls that rolled down her shoulders, the way her eyes sparkled, her empty ring finger. God, he hoped she was single. He wasn’t dumb enough to think that just because a woman wasn’t wearing a ring meant she was single, but there was still the hope that that was the case. ”Although I guess little Lily here will never have trouble finding you a gift, huh?” he grinned. So long as Aimee liked candles. If she hated candles then she might have been out of luck, but if someone hated candles then Owen presumed they wouldn’t be smelling a bunch of them.

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[aimee]

totes adorable

Aimee tended to get locked onto things, she’ll work and work at something until it’s complete, even if that means neglecting other things which may have been equally important. That was her main flaw, but she probably wouldn’t mention it if you asked her, Aimee is one of those girls that sees bad in many things that others would kill for. She wished her face wasn’t so angular and her voice so husky, people assumed she smoked twenty a day. The truth was that Aimee had a body and a face that most wouldn’t complain about, but years of being put down affected her, and now, well let’s just say she’s a little insecure. It’s when she looks at Lily that she realises it’s not all bad, there’s no way she could be that ugly if she’d made such a beautiful daughter, well this is getting mushy so let’s move on. Aimee wasn’t naturally flirty, she had been back in the day when she was cheer captain but then it was easy, all you had to do was approach a guy in your blue and white ensemble and they’d be all over you, now she was late twenties and she had a daughter, things were a little different. Aimee never resented Lily but she knew she was a turn-off for guys, most guys were apprehensive enough to start their own family, it took a special kind of person to accept someone else’s family as their own, especially now Lily was old enough to understand that they weren’t her dad.

The little blonde smiled at the man, not finding it all weird that she was chatting to a man older than her mom. When he asked her the question she nodded excitedly, “we made smores”

[/i] she admitted, they had tasted amazing, but her mom had had to toast her marshmallows because Lily just kept dropping them in the fire. She giggled when he asked if she needed to be watered and she looked down at her feet before wiggling them around, “nope, no pot” she said, illustrating that her legs were just as free as his. Lily loved her mom to pieces but sometimes she felt she was a little slow to notice but after tapping her a few times she finally got her attention and introduced her to the very tall man who was called Owen. Lily was very good with names for a girl her age and she liked that, people assumed she wouldn’t remember but she did, it was like a super power. Aimee was often glad of Lily’s memory, especially when it came to remembering long lost uncles and cousins three times removed. There was another flaw which Aimee had, an absolute horrific memory which was terrible when you had as many siblings as her each with different birthdays and ages, she was a mess.

She smiled at the man that towered above her as he mentioned that her daughter was smart and that women were hard to buy for, “I suppose it’s easier if you are one” she said with a smile, but truth was, women were just better shoppers. Aimee never really struggled buying presents, whether it be for her brothers or her sisters, to be fair she had quite a lot of practice, and she knew her siblings inside out. Obviously buying presents for Lily was easy, as long as it was pink and princessey you couldn’t go wrong. “she’s the best present picker there is” Aimee retorted with a smile as Lily smiled broadly in appreciation of the praise, whenever it was Aimee’s birthday one of her sisters or friends would take Lily on a shopping trip to pick a present so that Aimee would get one from her little girl, usually the other parent would buy it and write the name of the child on it but obviously that wasn’t the case for this duo and so they made their own traditions. Usually it was a scarf or maybe a new bracelet but without fail there was always a candle, usually a different one but sometimes they got repeated, even for Christmas and mothers day, Aimee always got a candle. [/blockquote][/justify][/size]

[owen]

Owen grinned. ”Good, no child should grow up without knowing how delicious those little treats are,” he said with a nod. ”Do y’know what the real secret is, though? Sticking a piece of chocolate inside the marshmallow before you roast it, that way the chocolate gets all melty. You have to be very careful though, otherwise it will just fall into the fire and explode,” he rambled on. Well, marshmallows didn’t really explode, did they? To an extent they did. They swelled up and turned black before shriveling away to ash. Owen shook his head to himself. He was having a conversation with a kid that barely came up to his waist about the perfect way to roast a marshmallow. Someone had to stop him. But the little girl seemed to be far more invested in the conversation than her mother did. If anyone asked him, he’d say that the older of the two females seemed a bit distracted. Of course, that could have entirely been his own interpretation. She could have been shy. She could have been lost in thought. Or there was the distinct possibility that she flat out didn’t want to talk to him, but didn’t want to upset her daughter by telling her to stop talking to the man. Either way, Owen intended on finding out.

Owen looked down at her wiggling feet and chuckled. ”I daresay you’re right, either that or you’re a very sneaky flower who is in the disguise of a human. I’ll believe you. For now.” It was times like these that he wished he had kids of his own, or at least had siblings who had kids, so that he could bother them all the time. It was fun to joke around with kids. He probably thought that because there were instances in his life when he had the maturity level of a seven year old, but he was pretty certain most adults had those lapses; they were just way better at hiding them than Owen was. Thankfully he was pretty content with who he was and didn’t see his more imaginative side to be a flaw. Instead, he took it as an advantage. Most adults he knew had lost touch with the kid in them, leaving them rather unimaginative and quite frankly, boring. In his line of work, imagination was the key to creation, so he hoped he never turned in to a boring old adult.

”Truthfully, I think it’s just because women have far more patience than men,” he admitted with a laid-back half grin. Damn, she had a cute smile. He wondered if she was aware of it, or if it was something of which she was oblivious. Some women were like that. They didn’t understand how gorgeous they were; instead they fretted over the insignificant things and missed the bigger picture. And that was kind of ironic, coming from the man who often missed the big picture in favour of tiny details. Whatever. Sometimes there were things in life that were going to be contradictory, and one just had to learn to live with that. Owen certainly had. He was definitely a go with the flow sort of man. Which was what he was going to do now. This girl, Aimee, didn’t seem to be the most conversational, but like noted before there could be plenty of reasons for that. Owen saw it as a mere obstacle which he needed to overcome. He’d done it before; it would be no problem to get some more words out of the lovely lady in front of him. ”And does she take after you in that regard?” he questioned, his curiosity nibbling away at him. There were a lot of things he wanted to ask the woman, though the main one was whether or not she was single. He figured that was a bit of an awkward statement to blurt out, especially with the woman’s young daughter right in front of them. He had to be more sneaky in his attempts to find his answer. He had a few ideas brewing. ”It’s obvious where she gets her adorable smile from, but the personality quirks, now that’s a bit more difficult to decipher,” he said, smoothly sliding in a compliment.

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[aimee]

cuteness

The little girl’s eyes widened as the man mentioned putting chocolate inside a marshmallow, that sounded exciting. However the mention about an explosion made the girl worry, she wasn’t about to suggest it anytime soon. Lily and Aimee were both relatively weary of fire and the idea of her poor marshmallow exploding made the girl not want to take the risk, she really liked marshmallows. Lily had always been confident round people, it was odd as it wasn’t a trait that Aimee had, well not anymore anyway. Growing up she’d always been middle ground, she wasn’t the chattiest girl but she wasn’t the quietest, well until she hit high school. When she was in high school Aimee became the ‘it’ girl, it was a position that she warmed to after a little while, she came out of her shell and she stepped up to the plate. She was the girl who walked so her ponytail swung side to side, the boys watched her as she walked and she grew to love it, it took time but soon she couldn’t imagine it any other way. College was pretty much the same, she changed her major every couple of months but she was still the girl that guys noticed around campus, well until she had her boyfriend attached to her side. It all changed when Lily was born, Aimee no longer felt sexy or attractive, she was just a mom, that was her full time occupation. She knew there were supermodels who churned out kids and then were on the runway the next week but that wasn’t Aimee, not at all.

Aimee didn’t mean to be rude the man, she just wasn’t that great at small-talk, she always felt boring and she wondered why people bothered to talk to her, it made little sense to the brunette. She could chat for hours with her friends but she struggled with strangers, she was one of those girls that was shy until you got to know her and that was when she came out of her shell. She didn’t hate being that way, it meant that she only let herself be seen around those she trusted and to her that made sense, it was personal and she liked that. However that did make her bad at flirting and small-talk, two skills which would be very useful in this situation. The brunette tended to keep to herself when she was out and about, well until Lily introduced her to strikingly attractive men. Aimee just felt like she was stopping them from doing something far more interesting, she was sure that if he walked out of the candle store he was sure to find a least five other girls who were younger, prettier and had a little less baggage. I take that back, Aimee would never consider her daughter baggage, in fact she was the best thing to ever happen to Aimee it was just a lot of men would consider her baggage which was why Aimee just avoided the dating scene at all costs. She also had a huge family, all of which had to approve a guy before it became anything serious, and that took quite a while.

She nodded when the guy said that men have less patience than girls, “we girls just love an excuse to shop” she admitted with a soft smile as if she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Aimee did love shopping and that meant that present shopping was just as fun, because she didn’t get the guilt that came with buying stuff for herself. Although it sounded silly when Lily was born Aimee was so glad that she’d had a little girl, it was like a little doll, she got to buy tiny dresses and little shoes, they were so adorable. Due to Aimee’s family and friends Lily was probably the most spoilt baby you’d ever met, well maybe second to Suri Cruise but that girl’s mom had a little more money than our hairdresser Aimee. She smiled as the man asked if Lily took after her with her ability to pick presents, “what can I say, she’s learnt from the master” she said with a small laugh, for some reason she felt comfortable around this ‘stranger’. She listened as he subtly tried to ask her about Lily’s dad, she was used to it, at least he was trying to be a bit more subtle than the guy that had tried to hit on her in a clothes shop the other day. “thanks” she said when he commented that Lily got her smile from Aimee, “but that personality is all Lily” she said, Aimee wouldn’t say that Lily got her personality from her or her dad, she was unique and Aimee loved that.

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[owen]

Owen grinned and chuckled a bit. ”I never could figure out why. After all, I fail to find anything appealing in being faced with a million and one decisions, long lines, and grumpy salespeople,” he said. ”Sure, it’s not always like that, but still. I like getting what I need and leaving in the shortest amount of time as possible. I’ll leave the extreme shopping to the pros.” Owen meant nothing by anything he said, at least no offense especially if it was something the woman enjoyed, but Owen just wasn’t a shopper. Most of his guy friends loathed Christmas for the very same reason that he did. For guys, or his group of friends, getting birthday presents was extremely easy. They all went to a bar somewhere to watch a sports game and just paid for the birthday guy’s beer for the evening. Simple. Easy. Everyone left the situation happy. ”I’m sure your skills in the sport would put mine to shame,” he said, judging by her facial expression he guessed that she was an avid shopper.

”Like mother, like daughter then,” he nodded. ”And your other talents? Does she share those with you as well?” Owen was trying to make conversation. He was having a little trouble with it, since the little girl seemed more talkative than her mother, but he’d try anyways. He sort of felt like if he didn’t try to get her to talk a little bit more, he could miss out on something wonderful, and that idea didn’t sound particularly appealing to him. After all, sometimes people just took a little squeezing and prodding before they were able to lighten up and talk to you. Owen was a naturally talkative guy, but a lot of his friends were quite the opposite of that. It was strange how those sorts of things worked out. ”So she’s got a personality all of her own? That’s wonderful; she’ll grow up with a good head on her shoulders,” he said with a decisive nod. Own decided that he needed to be a bit more forward with Aimee if this was going to get anywhere. She was shy, he noted, and while he found that particularly adorable, he wouldn’t have a chance of seeing her again if he didn’t do something about it. And even if she was married or dating someone, at least he would know if he just flat out asked her. ”So you like candles, but do you like coffee? Maybe coffee we me some morning?” he asked with a small smile. Yeah, it would suck if she said no, but it would suck more if he never asked and found himself wondering ‘what if’.

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[aimee]

cuteness

She nodded as he spoke the true definition of shopping and as she thought about it she really did wonder why she enjoyed it so much, especially when she had no money to spend, it was pretty much torture and yet she adored it. “well, I’d say I’m probably near to being a pro” she said with a smile beginning to open up to the stranger. Aimee was always weary to speaking to people she didn’t know, she always felt they had an ulterior motive and it made the girl uncomfortable, but there was something about the man that made Aimee trust him. She glanced over to check Lily was alright but the little girl was fine, picking up candles and smelling them one by one. That was another problem, Aimee desperately wanted to show the guy she was interested in his conversation but she was also weary about Lily getting out of her sightline, but as she was thinking this Lily turned to check her mom was in view before going back to what she was doing, for a second Aimee had forgotten how well behaved her little girl was. She laughed lightly when he said her skills would put his to shame, “well I’m glad you appreciate that it’s a sport, I mean, some people class it as leisure but they certainly haven’t been shopping when a sale is on” she said with a smile, she was being silly, a sure sign that she was comfortable.

Aimee appreciated the man’s compliments and listened as he subtly asked her if she had any other talents and Aimee began to think about the answer, she wouldn’t exactly label them ‘talents’. “Well, I’ve never given her the chance so I don’t know how good she is at hairdressing but she’s a pretty avid drawer” she said with a smile, she hoped it was obvious what she was classifying as her hobbies, but hairdressing was her job, so did it really count as a hobby, she enjoyed doing it… it was a conundrum. Aimee believed that every child should have their own personality, there was no point of them being a mini-me of their parent, it was sad and it seemed pointless, the whole point was that there was only one ‘you’ in the world, why would you want to create another. Sure, Lily had things about her which screamed Aimee but there were other things that were nothing like her mom, her ease with strangers being one of them. She nodded in agreement as he said that she would grow up well, Aimee was sure of it, Lily was perfect. She listened and smiled lightly as he quickly snuck in an offer for coffee, he was quite smooth but not in a slimy way, she liked it. “I may be partial to coffee” she said with a smile, taking a business card from her bag and scribbling her mobile number on the back before handing it to Owen, “Well, I may see you later” she said with a mischievous smile, collecting Lily and leaving the store without the candles but instead, with a date.

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