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[Beau]

Caine’s cheeks turned a bit pink. He wasn’t going to be modest about his own country- the place deserved a boast or two. “Yes, very.” He nodded, his wet hair shedding a few small drops of water in the process. “Very lovely! It is beautiful in the spring,” Nodding softly, he went on. “The canals are so calm,” Almost in his own world, Caine looked back to the girl, his face suddenly sullen and expressionless. Clearing his throat, his voice an octave or two lower, and he shrugged. “Sorry,” He couldn’t help it, but his cheeks had now been a flaming red after his small doubt of manhood there. Quickly, his eyebrows shot to his hair, and he looked over at Cassie.

“Waitress?” As far as Caine was concerned, there was only one restaurant in Fairfield. And, Caine had been employed there for nearly a month or so. “Fairfield?” His head cocked curiously to the side, his eyebrow arched playfully. “Are you telling the truth?” Caine had no reason to believe her. Why would someone as classy as Cassie, rich and beautiful, live in Fairfield? Then again, he’d seen a woman that had been around in her flashy Maserati, nearly hitting Caine from his motorcycle. He was too sure he’d spotted her on a billboard on his flight here. “I am cook, in Georgie’s.” He grinned.

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Cassie had actually started to giggle in her mind before it released into the live air. He had started to talk about Italy as if it were something newly discovered. "Sorry." That was for her laughing, soonly she nodded at him and smiled. Her heart beat had slowed down as she looked at Caine. He spoke about her job and she heard every word but she also saw him. Caine, a name that didn't seem American to her, quite obvious since he was from Italy. Define face and body, and to Cassie's liking he was actually pretty nice. Unilke most guys, who were assholes when talking to a girl, in which she knew all to well. Raising her right hand she spoke, "I swear to god I'm telling the truth about my job."

Smiling she spoke once more, "Classy, rich girl Cassie Evans has made it no where. So why not try to re-start in Fairfield?" With a petite frame but standing at five foot and four inches she was a well height to be a model. All though she failed because she simply refused to wear those ridiculous outfits. Slowly she managed to stand on her feet as she looked down at him and smiled. Bending down she grabbed a small amount of sand and flicked it at him. Then her feet started to carry her at a slow pace to her car, on the way grabbing her shorts. Once she was at the silver Porsche she simply tossed her shorts into the back seat and tossed the keys under the driver's seat. "So what are you doing today?" So far it seemed he had just played games with her and they had talked. What would come next after her last sand toss?

[Beau]

Caine’s cheeks had turned a harsh color at her laughter. If it wasn’t obvious, he was quite passionate about Italy. It was only to his horror, he was sent off to America, due in some city for a few culinary courses. Of course, being rather geographically challenged, he’d gotten lost, missed the courses, and missed the flight back to Italy. He’d, however, gotten in touch with his mother and father, reassuring them he was fine and that he’d be staying in America for a while. After the purchase of a cozy apartment, he was only waiting for his things to be shipped to Fairfield, and to continue his employment at Georgie’s Restaurant, where, he’d hoped, Caine would introduce some Italian dishes to the shabby menu.

Suddenly, a small handful of sand and muck splattered on his face. With a rather disgusted look, he wiped whatever he could off his pale cheek, hoping his lip piercings wouldn’t be too angry with him with the foreign particles. Standing up, he glanced down to her small stature. He was nearly six two, and he seemed to tower over the girl. With a sheepish smirk, he followed her to the dry sand, where his socks had scooped up quite a bit, as well as the cuffs of his soaked jeans. Figuring he’d brave the bike ride home without his sweater, he rolled the blanket up, tucking it beneath his arm as he walked towards the girl, novel and helmet in hand. “I do not know, it is my day off, though!” He called from across the street, snapping the compartment shut, holding his motorcycle helmet in his hand. “Maybe going to work, if I cannot find anything.” He looked over, slightly hopeful to Cassie.

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Cassie had jumped into the back seat of her Porsche and was flipping through all her clothes. Sadly her suitcase took minutes to scramble together and hours to find one thing she needed. A few socks and a tee-shirt but nothing that fit the weather, finally she found a pair of dark black jean shorts. Grabbing them she stood on the back seat and slowly put the shorts on over the bikini bottom. Finished with that she grabbed a pair of flip-flops and dragged them on her feet before jumping onto the pavement. Walking to Caine she smiled as she looked at the bike. "So its your day off, with nothing to do." Biting her lip she smiled and spoke again, "How fast is this piece of egineering?" To Cassie she had a need for speed and so far her Porsche had fit it all, blowing out so much in competition.

If he answered and it was fast, then Cassie would insist on him giving her a test drive. All though she didn't know how to ride he could always teach her or be the driver. If not then maybe Cassie could let him take a spin in the Porsche, with her being the passanger of course. Then again she always preferred to be the driver, her eyes had that shine in them. Peering at him she was biting her lip again with a sexy little smile curled on her lips. She looked out of the picture standing in black jean shorts, a set of flip-flops, and lastly her bikini top. Looking down a second she looked back up at Caine as she stood within a two foot distance of him.

[Beau]

Caine watched in silence as she quickly dressed and came back to his side. His own socks had been sloshing around, sandy, in his boots. The feeling wasn’t exactly pleasant, and he nearly piped up about borrowing a pair. He figured his large feet would most likely rip her socks, and thought better of it. Glancing down to the pearl white ‘piece of engineering,’ Caine gave a small shrug. “Nothing at all.” He said, grinning. “It can do over two-hundred and fifty, with torque that could give your Porsche a run.” He shrugged, crossing his arms. He knew better to lean against the motorcycle- it’d probably tip over from his weight. Luckily, he remembered not to, and straightened himself before he’d even touched the tri-coat paint.

Glancing down to his vehicle, he gave a devilish grin. He’d probably scare the wits out of her- of course, after riding the dinky scooters around the small canals and roadways in Venice; he was now a rather agile rider. He wouldn’t admit to attempting any tricks, either. If his mother were here, he would’ve received a frying pan to the back of the head, a sharp hit across his cheek or a painful tug on his earlobe. “Did you want a ride?” He asked, shrugging. No doubt, he’d be up for it. Even if he had to teach her; it was doable. He’d had to teach three sisters to ride a scooter, but he wouldn’t add that his attempts were unsuccessful.

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With a nod she smiled at what he said about the speed of his bike. It seemed like it was nothing by itself compared to her amazing Porsche. Cassie treated her car like it was a baby, it didn't go out of her site. If it was ever stolen then Cassie would probably kill the person who took it. Other than that for care she got it checked once a month to make sure everything was running perfectly and smoothly. A sound that didn't fit in immediately got her attention and she called for someone to come out and check the car. It seemed like it was a part of the family when she was in the city but now she was here others could be more important. Sighing she looked at Caine and then the bike.

Finally, she heard what she wanted to hear. Her mouth immediately shot open and the words spilled out. "Of course." Her sentence seemed a bit short but other than that she was the queen in her mind. If someone didn't ask then she immediately thought they wouldn't give a care in teh world. One time she had taken her boyfriend's car for a spin for a week before he noticed. The old mustang hadn't been a great car but once it got on a straight away it hit great speeds, all though it took a while. First thing Cassie had to admit was she knew how to drive, not ride. Crossing her arms she leaned to her left leg and tipped her head smiling at Caine.

[Beau]

Caine grinned, showing white teeth for a dazzling moment. He turned, facing his motorbike now. “Mind if we ride out to a less...” he glanced to the numerous cars and trucks lining the street, all of which looking rather valuable. “Crowded road?” His smile ceasing immediately as he opened up the rather roomy compartment underneath the seat. Digging the spare helmet from underneath the quilt and his sweater, he handed it out to the girl, careful with his finger-prints and the clean, sparkling black visor. Of course, he wouldn’t allow her on the back of his bike if she didn’t accept the white helmet. His own was no different- minus the black designs that he’d painted on.

Once she had accepted it, he’d pull his sweater around his quickly drying tee. He was sure that he didn’t need to get Cassie wet again, after she’d changed. With a snap, the compartment shut and Caine brought his own helmet to his head, snapping the chin straps to their proper adjustments. He opened the visor, peering down at the girl. “Alright, let’s ride.” He grinned, his cheeks mushing together.

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Cassie's Porsche's keys dangled on a key chain on her shorts clip. Thank god they were there because she would never leave her cars if her keys weren't with her. The car was unlocked, and it really didn't matter. Either way someone could jump in but those who hotwired couldn't do it because the car was specially designed. Taking the helmet from Caine she slid it smoothly over her head and buckled the straps. It felt a little heavy and it made her feel like she was about to fall over and whack her head on the pavement. "Yeah I don't mind." Smiling at him she stood basically as close to him as she could as several people ran by her. With the last words he said came into her ear she felt a shove, sort of, from behind her. Losing some of her balance she bumped into Caine's body as she looked the other way to see a child running to the water.

Immediately she bit her lip and was still smiling but she wasn't wet or anything, thank god. The visor of the helmet had snapped down infront of her eyes when she had been pushed. Her fingers slowly came to her head it seemed as she pushed the visor up carefully. Looking at him she saw his chin and gave a small laugh before containing it and nodding at his statement. All Cassie hoped right now was that small bump didn't destroy a possibly friendship. Maybe something more, but Cassie had to remember that took time.

[Beau]

Caine was quite pleased with Cassie when she accepted the helmet, sliding it over her head. For a moment, he turned to tug the sweater over his still damp shirt, zipping it up to prevent any colds that could be coming from the low temperature on his speeding motorcycle. Once he’d turned back around, the girl had came flying into him, and he held out his hands in surprise. Once she’d steadied herself, he grinned, cheeks mashing his cheeks together. He took off his helmet in a swift movement, eyebrow raised. “Are you all right?” He asked, as though she’d been shoved rather hard. He hadn’t noticed the small child on their way to the beach.

“Okay,” He said, once she’d reassured him that she was unscathed He plopped the white helmet back on his head, straps done up with flying fingers, and threw his leg over the motorcycle. Having enough room on either side to drive out without backing up, he inserted the key into the ignition and waited for Cassie to get on the passenger seat. Once she was on, he’d start the vehicle with a deafening roar, grinning all the while. With a swift flick, he shut his visor and turned smoothly from the parking lot.

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Smile covering her face she watched his reaction to her being pushed but her face was hidden. When he sat on his piece of engineering she followed after him and sat right behind him. "Should I hold on to you?" Truth was Cassie had never ridden something like this, a bicycle maybe but nothing fancier. A car ride obviously and running was her big thing, not two wheels. Cassie's bathing suit was covered except for the top as she leaned forward and looked over his shoulder the best she could. Smile was obviously there if the helmet wasn't on her head. All though a short girl who seemed like she had no determination she defidently wanted Caine as a friend. He seemed like a cool person given a few more days a friendship had to blossom and if nothing did then it was obvious the two had nothing.

Even when Cassie was after more than friendship she barely showed it, just some determination and minor flirting. So far she was shocked she hadn't once flittered with Caine. But, once she looked back at it the sand throwing had to sort of be a flirting thing. Her bikini top however being soaked, she had no past experience or knowledge that it would have done that. The woman at the store had told her that when it was wet it seemed "partially" see-through and Cassie didn't mind that when she was in New York City. Here at the beach however it seemed stupid simply because she had met a guy but nothing bloomed. Yet.

[Beau]

Caine had to turn his head to hear her words, watching the road from the corner of his eye. “Of course, unless you want to fall off.” He had to call back, his visor restricting the volume of his voice. Caine had been slightly disappointed when he hadn’t felt the familiar wrap of arms around his waist when he’d started to exit the parking lot. Until he felt said arms, he wouldn’t allow himself to accelerate past twenty kilometers an hour, afraid she might lose balance as they hit a small pothole, or drove over a speed-bump. But when he did, he immediately accelerated, shouting, “Hold on!” With a playful grin on his face.

Expertly, he wove into a rather abandoned looking lane, after a small five minutes’ drive. Here, Caine smoothly parked, setting his feet down on the smooth pavement. Swiftly, he removed his helmet, and shifted in his seat to glance at the girl over his shoulder. “Alright, need a little lesson?” He asked, a rather sheepish smile playing over his pierced lips. He was no teacher, but he was sure he’d help her with the first actual ride. He turned, moving to the side so Cassie could see his hands. “This is the gas,” he fingered a part on the handles, “You got your brake here, and that’s all you need to know. It’s automatic shift, so there’s not much to it.” He pointed out the brakes, on the handle-bars and one foot-brake, and shrugged.

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Hearing his words her teeth grabbed at her lip as she leaned forward. Arms immediately latching around him and her fingers held together on his stomach. It seemed like time had dissappeared and as soon as it began it ended. Parking on a smooth land of pavement with almost nothing around she smiled and let go. Slidding the helmet off she looked at him and scooted back a little putting it in her lap. Tilting her head to her shoulder she took in what he said and had the feeling a car seemed so much easier. "I think I'll stick to cars." A smile came on her face as she looked from the ground back at Caine and laughed a little. Cassie's little upper body was partially shaking, and even though Caine's body had shielded her somewhat it managed to come around and smack her to shreds. Her bikini top had started to come loose, so her fingers had already reached behind her to make sure the strap was tight.

Nothing revealed except a bold sense of adrenaline that Cassie had basically been born with. Sometimes she was one of the girls, others she was one of the guys. Sort of inbetween but people always got the picture of the little miss rich girl. Her story changed whenever they moved, if she was in a new town she told of her travels to countries. A new state had her tell stories of photo shoots and how her mother was famous. Her moving was finally done, Cassie decided to live in Fairfield for a while and maybe make some friends; or enemies. Either way her life was always a drama novel, if someone had written a book that was full of drama Cassie could role as the main character. Snapping out of her life story she looked at Caine and asked a weird question. "Do you have a girlfriend?" It was a bit personal after knowing him one day but she liked to know people's buisness like people liked to know hers. Anyways if he did she probably wouldn't approve of anything he'd done, like getting in a sand fight. Which had now became Cassie's favorite thing.

[Beau]

Caine shook his head, not having any of it. “You must try!” he kicked down the kickstand, careful of Cassie’s feet, and got up from the motorcycle. He wouldn’t give her much options as he attempted to sit on whatever passenger seat had remained, trying to push her into the seat he’d once occupied. He set down the helmet, carefully of course, on the side of the road. With his back-seat driving, and his excellent guiding skills, he had no need for it. “Go on,” He urged, attempting to take her hands in his and place them on the handle-bars. Without further ado, he started the motorcycle to a soft purr, enjoying the feel of a fair few hundred horses between his legs.

Cassie’s question had caught him off guard, and his hands momentarily tightened on hers, or if she’d hadn’t allowed his touch, the handlebars. His cheeks a furious scarlet and pink, he quickly changed the subject with a stuttering voice. “Well, since the bike’s pretty hard to navigate, I’ll hold on just in case...” Damn, he thought, she caught me off guard! He totally hadn’t expected this; and he wouldn’t lie- he had started liking the girl. He was infatuated with her, actually, and the two being this close had made him quite nervous.

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Her mouth almost dropped open when she didn't hear an answer to her question. Taking her hands away she crossed her arms and looked at him, "I won't try until you answer my question." Smile on her face she seriously would do anything to get someone to answer a question. "I'm being quite serious to Caine." Truth was if he didn't tell he she'd refuse to even speak to him. All though it seemed silly people actually answer her questions, anyways she wanted to know. Practically she had to know, she was starting to fall for him. A little flirtatious if it hadn't been obvious hopefully, and if it had then Cassie would feel good if he had no girlfriend. If he did then she had a feeling she was about to be told and to step off.

All though about an hour ago she had started to miss boarding schools and her ex-boyfriend. Now here she was in a bikini top and black jeans shorts with a guy that was the definition of hot. Defined features basically made him up and who knew what else, but Cassie didn't worry about looks really. Sort of but it was what was on the inside and so far he seemed really cool, calm and relaxed. A laid back type of guy with some sense of adventure was almost the definition of boyfriend to Cassie, or just friend. The thought of going any farther than friendship seemed almost as if an impossible reach as she awaited his answer.

[Beau]

Caine couldn’t help but break out an awkward sort of smile, as though he were embarrassed and wanted to drop the subject immediately. “I know you are, and no I don’t.” He laughed, attempting to take her hands once more and put her thumb, under his, on the gas. She better be ready this time, he thought, because he didn’t want to answer any more relationship questions. Already, his cheeks didn’t have much capacity for the amount of blood already there- it was a startling shade of red, and it made him even more embarrassed if Cassie managed to turn and see his reaction to her questions. That would be... embarrassing.

“So, you want to drive, or what?” He smiled, glancing down to the girl’s face as he scooted closer to grip around the handlebars without having to stretch uncomfortably. “It’s really, really fun.” He added, in case she was scared. Besides, he was here, there was nothing to be afraid about. He kicked up the kickstand, holding the bike up with his feet and legs.