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Although it was a Monday night, Keani didn't feel like she had the blues. Most Mondays were rough when a person was working overtime, but Keani enjoyed being busy, so filming and writing a blog for the New York Times was far from burdening the twenty-three-year-old. Instead of heading back to the hotel room, though, she avoided the tall Fairfield building and made her way to a local diner. She was on her own for the night, ready to spend a bit of time away from the hustle and bustle of working on the set of a high-budget film. While filming was great for most extroverted people, Keani found herself mildly irritated when she began to crave a slower environment. She was more introverted than most actors. As a writer, she preferred to wind down with a cup of tea and a book. With all of the stress that had been compounded on her lately, she felt like she deserved to go out to a diner and blend in with the rest of the people there. No one was asking anything of her as she opened the door to the place.

The black and white tiles on the floor barely made a sound as she walked in her nude flats. She approached the podium where a hostess stood. The teenager looked up and smiled at her. "How can I help you tonight, ma'am?" she asked. Keani grinned back. "I'm just going to take a seat at the bar. Is that okay?" she asked politely, already charming the young woman in front of her. Go right ahead, ma'am!" the girl replied cheerfully, pointing at the menu that was already laid out. Keani nodded her thanks and took a seat at the bar. It wasn't that she didn't want a booth, but she did want to sit somewhere more open. Booths were lonely without others. Keani wasn't lonely, just alone. She liked being by herself. Blake had been attached to her hip for quite some time. As much as she liked his company, too much of Blake made her feel like the two were beginning to hate each other.

"You need something, ma'am?" a smoker's voice asked her. Keani looked up to see an older woman who looked like a Waffle House worker she once met in Georgia. "I'll have a chocolate chip waffle with some sweet tea," she replied, glancing at the menu. "I think that would be it," she said, a bit uncertain. Keani was usually a huge health freak, but she needed comfort food, and where else would be a better place for that? The server disappeared into the back, leaving Keani with the menu that sat beside numerous ones on the bar. Keani spun a bit in the squeaky bar stood that was attached to the floor. The red seat suited the look of the diner. Photos of James Dream, Marilyn Monroe, and Elvis made Keani feel like she was in a big flashback. She folded her right leg over the other and waited patiently for her food.

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His battered converses looked nothing of a supposed rising actor, his jeans were well worn and the hemming frayed, there were even a few stains present. But that didn't matter to Elijah, he didn't think too much about appearance because he wasn't that kind of man. He had better things to worry about, like his ever growing and impressive video game collection, perhaps just as bad and materialistic as obsessing over clothes, but video games were his metaphorical babies. And he valued them far more than he really should, afterall they were only games, surely a grown man like himself should have a more mature outlook with even more mature and appropriate values. But Elijah wasn't your typical man. His mentality was for more simple, he didn't require much to get by. He was easily pleased and often quite eager to please others. All he needed was a bottle of beer and a working tv and he would be happy.   He was happy no without either.

He was in Virginia, in some town he had forgotten the name off. In truth he hadn't been paying much attention to the signs, only winging it and hoping he ended up in the right place. His flippant attitude had gotten him lost on more than a few occasions, having to stop and ask for directions was no longer a foreign concept to him. He had been driving from Los Angeles, a brilliant idea he had come up with but was soon realising the faults to such plan. He hadn't realised just how long driving would take to get from his home to the place he grew up. And he was soon doubting his wondrous plan, but it was too late to turn back now. Besides, the views and people he had met on the way were worth it. He saw places around the states that he never would have seen hadn't it been for this road trip. He met exciting and different people that he wouldn't see in LA, they weren't as obviously interesting as the California but he got to know them and build connections. If networking with potential employers was made this easy, he would happily and willingly do it more often.  

The evening was drawing to a close and as Elijah hunched his back and peered through his cars front window he was welcomed by the flashing neon sign of a diner. It was approaching dinner and he wasn't one to miss a meal if it could be helped. Though his meals often consisted of junk food, and a diner would probably be no better, yet he still drove straight into the parking lot. The sudden hunger pangs were reason enough. He maneuvered himself out of his car, which was never an easy feat due to his height, the constant threat of banging his head was forever hanging over his head no matter where he went. He soon escaped the clutch of his automobile, but soon had to duck back in to retrieve his wallet and the map he had entrusted with his life. He had drawn out a route earlier but was more than certain he had improvised on a few right turns and adlibbed to what a civilian had instructed. That and he had no idea where in Virginia he was.  

He made his towards the entrance and ducked his head before entering, he smiled at the hostess as she made polit conversation which he politely continued until he learnt that she was in her final year of high school and was nervous about moving away for college. He had reassured her that everything would work out, he had never been to college himself but he did live far away from home, he offered his own two cents and hoped things did work out for the young girl. he had the map clutched to his breast as he ambled over to the bar were an empty stool lay next to an incredibly beautiful woman. He sat down with legs widely set apart before laying his map on the counter. He turned to her "could you help me out? I have no idea where we are right now" he asked, with an easy smile upon his face.

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As Keani waited, she found herself reading over the various facts about old-time stars. It was interesting to her, pretending to sit in a diner in the fifties. Reading at an abnormally quick pace, Keani was able to skim over the multiple signs at least four times before she heard a voice speak up beside her. She turned to the man who looked like her polar opposite: sloppy, confused, underdressed, and directionless. These thoughts didn't float in her mind, though, as she wasn't all too critical. All she saw in front of her was a picture of a man living Christopher McCandless' lifestyle: living out of his car or hitchhiking, figuring out life through some fifty-cent map and odd jobs. His worn shoes gave her the impression that this guy was a vagrant. She wasn't disgusted and, instead, felt inclined to offer a helping hand. Keani was hospitable, after all. It was written all over her Hawaiian culture.

She spun her stool so her knees could face him. She kept her legs folded as she tucked a hair behind her ear to look at the man in the eyes without her bangs obstructing her line of vision. "Oh, sure," she nodded with a welcoming smile. The Beldivere charm was on once again. Keani couldn't help but notice how attractive this guy was, even if he looked like he was far from being her type. Lately, Keani had been noticing that detail in men: almost none of them seemed even remotely compatible for the likes of Keani. She was twenty-three, but to most people, she acted and looked like a thirty-year-old. Her lofty goals at Princeton had turned far more humble; she had the maturity of an experienced old woman who had seen enough of the world to know that money and fame meant nothing and that compassion and integrity meant everything. Keani was a walking moral compass, directly contrasting her impulsive but socially adept younger brother. At one point in his life, he had seen himself as her inadequate shadow, but their relationship was strong enough to let him grow out of it without hurting her feelings. She was a writer and he was an actor; she could respect that. Little did she know, the man in front of her was also an actor, not just a wanderer on the east coast.

"We're in Chantilly, Virginia," she informed the tall man. Even while he was sitting, she could tell that he was massive in comparison to her smaller stature. She used her finger to point out the location they shared. It took a bit of hovering, but she pinpointed the spot. "It's not far from the local airport," she added. "Where are you headed? D.C.? That's not far, either." Keani knew the area as well as any tourist, so her knowledge didn't get much more detailed than that. Her only other proficiency was involved in the local restaurants. She knew the cultural hotspots for popular dishes, but otherwise, she could be of almost no help to the wanderluster facing her. He looked so distraught that she felt like she was committing a crime by not having more directional understanding of where they were.

Lynette, the southern woman who asked for Keani's order, came back with the young woman's food. Keani said her thanks before glancing at the stranger again. "Whaddya want, honey?" the raspy voice asked the man. Keani took a sip of her sweet tea and straightened her posture.

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Elijah didn't have a type per-se, he didn't like to judge women without giving them a fair chance or at least getting to know them. But he couldn't help the fleeting thoughts of instant judgment that were made just on appearance. He didn't like the overly dressed, caked in make up and clearly high maintenance women. They were too much hassle for his poor soul and most seemed to be entirely superficial and materialistic. He preferred women with humility and modesty, those were qualities he admired. He didn't care for how much that dress cost or whether she lived a flashy life, he was satisfied with knowing she was happy because that would make him happy. And he did anything in his power to treat his girlfriends like queens, he pampered them, doted on them. He was your typical gentlemen, the roses and sentimental gestures down to the t. But the gentleman didn't always get the girl, his blubbering nerves often got the better of him or there was someone who was simply better than him. He couldn't offer much, he wasn't massively rich nor was he exceedingly smart, but he was Elijah and he would give you everything even if that meant leaving himself with nothing. The woman before him looked like everything he wasn't, and he found that attractive and for some reason beyond him, he was able to speak to her without stuttering and having disgustingly sweaty palms. He was lost in her subtle beauty as he awaited a reply.

The name was unfamiliar to his ears and he was grateful when she eventually pointed out where it was on the map. It wasn't as bad as he had expected, he hadn't strayed too far off his course and he could easily ask for direction from someone if need be. He chuckled lightly when she mentioned the airport, he had contemplated many of times whether he should just drive to the nearest one and end this disaster of a trip and save him the gas and uncomfortable nights in the back seat of his car or in cheap motels. But he never did, Elijah had never been a decisive man, often leaving important decisions for his manager or his mother to decide upon. You see, he would think about doing something but then choose to do something else all together. He perked up at the mention of DC, he knew where that was, or at least vaguely knew of its whereabouts. He shook his head lightly "I'm headed for Jersey, to see some family" he spoke, pointing to his destination on the map. He lived in a Rosedale, a small neighborhood in Camden, along the border of Pennsauken. "It's been a long time since I've been down to see them and Jersey summers are always the best so I figured why not make the trip?" She hadn't asked for his life story but he was a naturally sociable and friendly person.

He looked to the side at the more voluptuous woman who had requested an order. He grimaced slightly before searching for a menu nearby but came up short. Instead he looked down at his companions plate and thought it to look edible enough "I'll have the same as her and a coffee please" he replied, knowing he would need an energy boost for later. He didn't plan on staying in the town if it could be helped, though night was soon approaching, there was still time to kill a few more miles before finding a resting point. The town, the parts he had seen and differentiated from the previous town he had driven through, was beautiful in it's own right and he wouldn't of mind exploring its wonders. But he was anxious to see his family again, and was even more anxious to get off the road and sleep on a real bed and eat his mothers homemade pancakes and have a decent shower; a luxury he now cherished. He swiveled his body to face her and thus returning his attention to her "I'm Elijah" he spoke, with his trade mark easy smile "Are you from around here?"

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Even Keani, with her stacked resume and excessive amount of intelligence, was a simple lover. She liked the flowers and nice dinners with red wine, but she was far from high-maintenance. She was bare-faced and naturally beautiful; the most make-up she used was a bit of mascara or eyeliner. Unless it was a special occasion or a date, she was happy with curling her eyelashes and calling it a morning. She didn't know where she stood with love, but she was no longer a hopeless romantic. In her opinion, all young women had a bit of that in them. Who didn't want a lovely prince charming? After having Jack Bailey mess up her vision of love, Keani relented from her high, Disney-inspired expectations of men. Nathaniel Avery had proved to be quite a romantic as well, but the guy was a cheater. The only person in Keani's life who hadn't totally disappointed her was named Cody Reyes, and that was a bust. It just wasn't meant to be. At this point, Keani was clueless as to what was meant to be.

When the man began gushing about his travels, she felt a bit surprised. She thought the conversation would end at an earlier point, but it was nice, nonetheless. "I hear Jersey summers are to die for," she agreed with an easy grin on her face. She was listening for an accent in the man's speech. "I don't see my family often, either." she raised a hand proudly. "Fresh off the boat... from Hawaii," she nodded. Keani was constantly missing home. Most people saw it in the way she dressed: she tried to add some kind of shell of hemp jewelry. When Keani wasn't working, she enjoyed the bohemian look, something that reminded her of home. Nothing could replace that distinct smell of sand and live Hawaiian music, though, and the moments when she felt nostalgic brought pangs to her big heart. There was no place like home for Keani Beldivere. "Everyone should see their families more often," she added with a sad tone in her voice.

Keani took a sip of her drink as the stranger made his order. She watched as Lynette drifted to the back, slightly waddling as she went. Elijah turned back to her, so she turned her body in his direction. "Keani Beldivere," she smiled as she shook his hand. She was often far too formal for diners and other casual environments, but it was what she was accustomed to. In fact, being in a small town was absolutely out of the ordinary after getting so used to New York. Everyone seemed to be moving at a cripplingly slow pace. "I'm actually a New Yorker... I'm here to film a movie," she explained, waving a hand as if it weren't a big deal. Keani used her hands to speak. "Where are you from, Elijah?" she asked him. He was being pretty forward and friendly, which was a bit of a shock.

She waited politely until his own food came out of the kitchen to eat. She wasn't starving, and she definitely didn't like eating before her friends or family when it was dinnertime. When the older woman lumbered back toward them and set it down, Keani set a napkin on her lap by habit and cut the waffle into one edible piece.

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He nodded in agreement, they were indeed to die for. He was hit with a wave of yearning as he remembered his summer days growing up. He remembered the times when his whole family went down to Plemont beach for the weekend. The scenery was amazing; with it's white sand and turquoise sea, it was almost as if they were on a tropical island. He remembered exploring the dark caves with his brothers, visiting the waterfall with his sisters and learning to surf. They were all great memories that warmed him to think about, and he couldn't help but miss it all. He lived only a flight away but even so, the distance was great. It would have made more sense for him to live in New York, the industry work was still good there but Los Angeles felt more at the heart of things and he didn't want to miss a thing. Despite his lack of conviction to network and attend parties, he really did want to be somewhat of a success. "Hawaii.. wow" he had suspected her background wasn't American, her features were a give away but he hadn't expected her to say she was a living, breathing Hawaiian. Not only was she beautiful, but she was exotically beautiful. "You must miss home a lot, huh?" there was stark difference between New York and Hawaii.

He smiled earnestly, the sudden sadness in her tone was not one he had hoped to bring out in her. He laid a comforting hand on her shoulder for a moment before leaving it hang limply by his side. "I agree, especially if there are so many involved." he spoke lightheartedly, hoping to move the subject on from an obvious sore spot. His family was large, he was the second oldest yet he was only the third tallest; he wasn't the only one to move from Jersey when he reached off age, but he was the furthest away which was something his mother often complained about. His siblings lived within an hour commute from home, which meant they saw each other often but that left Elijah to resort to phone calls and the occasional visit every once in a while. It was a pain at times as it meant he was often the last to know about family news, important family news that a big brother should know. But he had only himself to blame really. His grin widened at the sound of her name "you have a beautiful name" and he meant that, it was unique and it suited her.

Elijah had planned to hide his shock better than he had, but it was too late. The surprise wasn't masked when she spoke of her career, he wondered if she was an actress. She was pretty enough to be on screen and he was sure she was talented in some way. Or perhaps she was a director? Either way it was a pleasant surprise to find that their careers overlapped. "Filming a movie?" he reiterated, his tone impressed "Are you an actress?" he asked, wanting to know more about this woman. She would be one of the many people he met and gotten to know during his road trip, but he knew deep down that she would be the one he remembered most. "Oh, I'm coming from Los Angeles." he nodded "I'm from Jersey originally, you couldn't tell it though, I've been in LA for too long" he chuckled lightly. He was from Northern Jersey and had originally had more of a New York accent with only some words accented with a typical Jersey dialect. His accent had faded slightly in the ten years he had been living in California, though a slight hint was noticeable on some words

Smiling gratefully at the waitress as she laid his plate of food on the counter, he rubbed his hands together and grinned at Keani. "Bon apatite" he said with a terrible French accent before cutting off a huge piece of the waffle and scarfing it down. He had always had a healthy appetite, kudos to his mother for feeding him and his brothers for all those years.

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"I do miss home," Keani reflected for a few moments. The question was unwarranted in a way, but it showed that this guy had a big heart. She could tell by the way he was so open to her. Maybe he was just lonely in his travels, but it was nice to talk to someone who didn't expect the world from her. As much as Keani adored being busy, it became overwhelming when she had to take care of so much at once. She was writing for one of the largest journalistic empires on the planet, tying loose ends on two movies, and filming a third one with a co-worker who used to be her professor at Princeton University. Without the addition of a relation in her life, she was still swamped and committed to multiple causes. On top of that, she had to worry about keeping in touch with her family in Hawaii. Though she enjoyed these different objectives filling her time, she couldn't help but wonder when she could catch a break, some time to herself. She was in too deep to back out, so she knew that it would be a long time before she found time in solitude. She had no one who shared her burdens. She seemed just fine on her own, at least from the outside.

Keani nearly lost her train of thought before the man touched her on the shoulder, making her jump a bit. As sad as it was, she had become absolutely unaccustomed to a man's touch, especially one as gentle and unfamiliar with her as Elijah. She was utterly foreign to his audacity. He had a soothing tone in his voice that made her shoulders slump a bit, loosening from her usually straight posture. She was so high-strung with all of her responsibilities. She was shocked that she was sitting in this diner, absentmindedly having a casual conversation with an undeniably pulchritudinous stranger. She never did this. Keani Beldivere never did this, but it felt just fine. "You have siblings?" she asked almost hopefully. There was something truly life-changing about the experience of being a sibling. As the oldest of two, Keani felt like she had been given quite a few responsibilities, especially after her mother's passing. The breast cancer took her and left Keani with the responsibility of taking care of a depressed father and a seemingly nonchalant younger brother. After those days, though, the three grew so close that there was no way they would ever separate, no matter how far the distance. She liked to see other siblings getting along. It warmed her heart.

Keani smiled at Elijah when he complimented her name. A few hairs fell in front of her eyes as she blushed as looked down, but she tucked them back again. "Yours is lovely as well... Like an angel." The name made her think of Elijah Woods or a harp in the clouds. She liked knowing the meanings of all names, but the connotations were always sharper in her mind. She liked the sound of his name; it was gentle, serene, like he was a source of solace. It made her want to lie down in it like a pillow. When the man asked whether or not she was actress, she laughed out loud. "Oh, no way." She shook her head in defiance. "I'm not good enough to act. I can't hide many emotions. They're always right on my face," she explained, pointing at her bare face. "I'm a writer. Screenwriter now. But none of my works are out yet." She couldn't wait until the day people could see her work, but right now, she had other things to worry about.

"Los Angeles," she nodded. "La La Land? You made a big change as well. What made you move?" she asked curiously. Keani knew what people usually pursued in big cities because she was one of them. In a huge city, a person could only bear feeling small if he or she could find a way out of it. Keani was aware that her life would be nothing without her career. She would feel like another nobody in a city too big for her little feet to talk in. She would have hopped on a plane to go home and write for her local paper. The tides had pushed her in the correct direction, though, so she had to say that she enjoyed New York. The newspaper had her character written all over it: liberal, up-to-date, technologically savvy, and prestigious. That was why she had chosen to be a part of it.

Keani barely made a move as her dinner companion began to scarf down his meal. She laughed out loud at his awful French impression. She attempted a bad French laugh, knowing that Danny would have been used to that side of her, but a stranger would probably find it odd, coming from a girl who was always nicely dressed and formal. She took a bite of her waffle, noticing that she was eating at a far slower pace than this guy. He looked famished.

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He didn't miss the slight jump at his sudden touch, maybe she wasn't used to such forwardness? A lot of people weren't nowadays. Common politeness and courtesy seemed foreign to some people and a casual smile to a stranger was returned with a scorn of suspicion. He was used to such actions having lived in such a small neighborhood where almost everyone was connected in some way. Moving to a large city like Los Angeles was a big difference, when he first arrived, it could be said that his welcome wasn't exactly warm, which was ironic considering the weather at the time was considerably warm. Everyone as busy with their own things and though he had expected something of the sort, it was a shock when reality had hit him like a rock. But he was naturally sociable and had overcome it by breaking the ice with a simple hi. Her slumped figure only added to his need to make it all better for her, to make her smile again. He had never been able to cope well when there was a distressed women involved.

Elijah smiled, glad to have ridden her of the sudden sadness and remorse. "I have four siblings" he spoke, grinning widely "two sisters and two brothers, there's a lot of us" he nodded with the grin still plastered over his face. Their family home had always been hectic when they were all under the same roof, even now there was always a buzz in their house when everyone was about. It was as if they hadn't matured at all when they were around each other, pranks and childish behavior hadn't been left behind in the past. "Second oldest but that doesn't count for anything back home, we're all a bunch of kids at heart" even his older brother, at thirty-two still behaved like a five year old when it came to his siblings. They fought like every other pair of siblings but they love each other and got along better than most even in their adult life. He laughed lightly "thanks, never been called an angel before" he didn't know what his name actually meant but he wasn't anywhere near an angel, he had his flaws like any other man, his just weren't as obvious and apparent until you really got to know him.

He smiled at the sound of her laughter, it was the first time she had done so and he was captivated. She looked all the more beautiful whens he laughed and smiled, he vowed silently to himself to keep her smiling and laughing. He wouldn't make her sad if he could help it because her smile was far too breathtaking to be only seen rarely. "I don't think that's such a bad thing, that smile shouldn't be hidden" he said in earnest. He wasn't trying to flirt, not intentionally but he had meant it as a harmless compliment because he genuinely thought her smile was beautiful. Now, if he was intentionally flirting, that would be a disaster waiting to happen and the onslaught of cheesy pick up lines would be his downfall before he even had a chance to offer dinner. "Oh yeah? That sounds awesome. When is any of your stuff coming out?" he asked, she did look like one of those sophisticated women and now knowing she was writer, he found that it suited her well. He nodded "I moved a few years back to start off my acting career" despite moving nearly eleven years ago, he still wasn't at the peak of his career but these thing took time and he knew that and was willing to wait and accept the small roles to get by. He was only mildly successful because of Chuck but he was yet to really hit the big screen and show his talent.

He was glad to hear her laugh once more and joining in with his impeccable impression of a Frenchman. "Mademoiselle! you must eat or I will eat it for you" he continued in his impression of a French accent. He himself had nearly consumed the whole waffle, within the space of three bites, and was ready to order another. The waffle had satisfied his hunger but the sweet treat had stirred something in him and he simply couldn't just settle for one.

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Knowing that Elijah had four siblings made her continue smiling. She nodded, intrigued in his backstory. To Keani, siblings were a necessity, and life was a bare slate without them to add to the fun. Her childhood would have been nothing without a little brother to pull her hair and continuously pull pranks with her. Hell, her life now would be nothing without the pranks: fake food in the fridge, pretending to move back to Hawaii, and falsely coming out of the closet were all pranks that had occurred in New York. How Malo had a mature girlfriend, Keani was apparently clueless. "Second oldest but that doesn't count for anything back home, we're all a bunch of kids at heart," he explained. That didn’t exactly surprise her. She couldn’t help but judge this man by the words that had been exchanged, and he was far more sociable than Keani. She was charismatic, yes, but she was far from outgoing. She was straight to business with her conversations at work. At meetings and parties, she liked to talk to people, but at a diner? She didn’t expect to meet someone so talkative and interestingly so. She wasn’t bored of him and figured, with his immense background, he never would be. Keani liked getting to know people. At times, she felt sad that she didn’t get to know more. She just didn’t open her door to them.

"That sounds like something worth coming home to," she grinned widely at him. "It explains how you’re so sociable." Keani was social because of her experiences, not because she grew up that way. She didn’t take her relationships prior to college very seriously. She had experienced a great first love in high school, yes, but now, she couldn’t remember much about it nor did she care to. Though she loved Hawaii, there were few friendships she continued to feed her time into. That was how it should be, in her opinion: don’t waste time on people who won’t stick around. Be efficient. It was distant, maybe, but she was tired of people walking out of her life or getting torn away like her mother. Keani had a deep-ridden fear and a passionate hatred for loss. It shook her.

Keani blushed at her new friend’s compliment. She was used to them, but from near strangers, they were something special. "Thank you," she replied politely. This guy couldn’t stop making her smile. She felt guilty for not wanting to reciprocate one. It just felt weird to her, considering it would interrupt the nice flow of the conversation. She owed him one, though; there was much to compliment in the short duration of their encounter. "Well, two movies are in post-production at this point. Closer will be out on November fifth and Seven Years of Solitude will be out on the first of February." Just talking about the productions stirred excitement within her. Keani truly did write for her own sanity, but when she inspired others and was able to teach something about life through her work, she felt humbled, like she was doing something more than simply entertaining. "Acting career?" she piped up, shifting the conversation back to her male counterpart. Talking about herself for too long bored her. "Looks like we’re in the same trade," she smiled. She looked at Elijah for a moment before realizing how she recognized his face. "You’re Chuck, aren’t you?" she asked him, interrupting the smile he had placed on her face for the first time since their meeting. How had she missed that?

Keani followed the man’s orders and took the second bite, feeling like she was in a competition with this. Ah, how Keani Beldivere loved challenges. She ate at a quicker pace, unconcerned with looking like a lady. With Jaiden and Danny, she was this kind of person: silly, unstressed, and actually enjoyable to spend time with. In the office, she went straight to the point and wasted not a second on pleasantries. She was kind and open to people after hours or once projects were finished at work, but otherwise, she needed everything to be in order to get her blogs finished or her particular paper written and read over. When it came down to having a good time, Keani went all-out, throwing herself back into a childish stance and loving every moment. Before she knew it, the two were sitting with empty plates. She was definitely stuffed, but she was aware that men his size probably didn’t go on in life with just one waffle. She burst into laughter, holding a hand over her stomach from the sting of eating too quickly and because she was bracing for the hurt of laughter after a meal. "Monsieur, I believe you are a lightweight!" she squeaked before containing herself once more.

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He mocked a grimace "You'd think so but I'm in for an earful when I arrive. Driving cross country wasn't the best idea" he joked. When his mother had first heard he was driving all the way home, she had laughed and played along assuming it was all a joke. But after numerous phone calls from different parts of the state and photographic evidence, his mother was convinced she'd raised a mad man. Of course his siblings had all laughed when they heard this, and he could already picture the jokes they would continuously crack once he got there. He should've seen it coming really, it would have been abnormal if they didn't ridicule his choice but he was no glad for the time it was taking to get there. It gave him time to come up with his own share of jokes to rib them with if 'pick on Elijah day' continued for weeks. "You had to speak a lot and very loud to get heard at my house. It was the only way to get heard" he shrugged. He and his siblings were always talking over each other, being talkative was a habit he had and they had picked up, along with being able to talk and listen to the three other conversations at once.

"I'll make sure to be first in line when they're released" he grinned "you must be excited! You're work on the big screen for everyone to see and admire" he gushed, her excitement was obvious when she spoke, the passion that filled her tone, he couldn't help but be excited along with her. His work was a lot different, but he knew what it was like to finally have things going your way and for everyone to see what you're made of. He nodded, he was indeed an actor. Whether he was a good one, he left that to the critics. He wasn't a serious man, never had been which was why most of his roles were predominantly in comedies. He enjoyed letting loose and making people laugh for a living. Elijah's smile widened at the mention of his on screen character "Chuck Bartowski at your service" he said with a two finger salute as done in the show. "Have you seen the show?" he asked, he had a small fan base of Chuck enthusiasts and he'd even seen an appreciation site but he still knew the show had only reached a few people. There were still many who didn't know him for his name, but mostly for his face in his small roles in movies and shows.

He laughed as she obliged in a bid to catch up with him, but before he knew it she was already half way there. He stuffed his face with the remainder of his waffle, meanwhile stealing side way glances at Keani's eating figure. He laughed and almost splattered the counter with bits of waffle as he saw her transform from a sophisticated lady to a woman without inhibitions. It was a good look on her, she looked as if she needed more time to relax and have a little fun once in a while. Take a deep breath and relax in the midst of all the work and hustle and bustle of life. He swallowed his mouthful, the same time as she swallowed her last piece. He grinned a toothy a grin though he probably had a few small pieces of waffle on his teeth as she burst out laughing, he couldn't help it, seeing her laugh was like seeing a baby smile for the first time. You couldn't help but stare and smile in wonder. "Monsieur, I believe you are a lightweight!" he held his hand to his heart in mock horror as he exclaimed "never! I am the ever ruling champion. I am the pie eating record holder in my town, I'll have you know" he tilted his head in a 'you got told' way "how's about a round two?" he grinned playfully as he waved Lynette over and placed an order of two more waffles without hesitation or awaiting her reply. If she didn't want it then he would happily eat hers.

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When he brought it up, it hit Keani that it was truly abnormal to travel from LA to Jersey by car. It sounded almost like some kind existentialist vacation. She made an almost sheepish face, nodding her head. "I think a lot of people might think you're insane for that," she agreed. "I get it, though. You want the whole experience of it. There's a lot to see in the United States." She ran a finger along the counter, losing eye contact for a moment while he explained the behavior of his family. Keani couldn't relate; she was always a quiet one, but whenever she spoke, people typically listened. She had established a sense of authority at a young age with her apparent intelligence. Malo, on the other hand, had to work his way up to gain influence. "I'm glad you're not too loud," she whispered playfully to him. It was true; Elijah wasn't obnoxious with her and wasn't roaring in laughter. He had a refined Jersey way about him. He wasn't an attention-seeking northerner nor did he seem particularly judgmental. The North had a reputation for coldness, but she didn't get that vibe from him. He was definitely unlike LA residents as well. The guy was a wild card.

The sound of Elijah supporting Keani's movies made her feel hopeful in an odd way. He had just met her, and he already seemed more optimistic about her work than the people at work. When it came down to it, Keani was too hard to get close to for them to be truly proud of her. They didn't understand her, even if Keani was far from enigmatic. She just had a lot to say and few people to trust with this information. Her work was her life; her writings showed people what she really thought about love and life. That was the one place where she could be a romantic without someone turning the tables for her. She had full control over the love stories in her movies, so she took advantage of it and made sure that she made it worthwhile. "It's nice to have a fan so early on," she replied, mockingly flipping her hair. "I am excited, I suppose, but the true magic of it is the initial writing. You know? Just making me happy is the best part." She patted the part of her chest above her heart sentimentally.

"Chuck Bartowski at your service." Mr. Charming was seriously messing with her. Her face was still devoid of a smile as her jaw dropped. "There is no way. Elijah, you're famous! You're Elijah Hayes!" she realized. "Okay, that's seriously too cool. I must say, though, Flynn Rider is my favorite role of yours. THE SMOLDER!" she grinned once again, lightly smacking his arm as if she were scolding him for keeping this information from her. He was an actor, not another wanderer who was "just trying to make it" in LA. He was Chuck. That was brilliant and admirable to Keani. She respected talent like what Elijah carried with him. He was startlingly modest about the fact that he had been in a relatively successful show. Netflix fans were crazy about Chuck. He acted like this was just normal news. Keani was humbled. She almost wanted to take a step back and reintroduce herself.

Keani nearly fell out of her seat when his waffle-covered teeth were flashed in front of her face. Most girls probably would have been disgusted, at least the women Keani knew in the office, but she had seen enough of Danny Crawford to know that it was just how men operated. Keani liked etiquette, but it was also a shallow form of conformity that she didn't want to force on others. Her lungs craved for air as she nearly choked on her giggles."Oh gosh," she pondered as Lynette waddled back to the couple at the bar. "You know what?" she said, glancing at her plate. This challenge was far too great to turn down. "We're going to do this. Yeah. Hit me, Miss Lynette!" she exclaimed as loud as it was appropriate in a diner. Rain outside began to fall, telling Keani she should stay longer than she had anticipated.

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He grinned, he was used to people thinking that. He had done a lot of stupid things in his life; like skateboarding over a stack of stairs and breaking his arm in the process. It would have been an amazing stunt had he actually landed it, but his mother didn't quite think that was a goo enough excuse to risk his life. The broken arm did make for a pretty awesome trophy, real skaters broke bones and had scars to show for it, that was his logical thinking back then. He laughed "Sure, I met a ton of interesting people so far and seen a whole lot too" he agreed, despite that reasoning not being his initial motivation to take this road trip. "I think I may have a new favourite state now" he announced "aside from Jersey" he added as an after thought, in case word got back to his family, though that was unlikely "heaven is in Tennessee" he said, pausing for dramatic effect "they have the most amazing retro video store in Tullahoma!" he spoke, trying to reign in his enthusiasm. He had been a video game appreciator ever since he held his first game boy, it was love at first sight and he hadn't been able to give them up since. He chuckled as her whisper caused tiny pinpricks to shoot up from his skin and tickle him.

Elijah listened in earnest, though he didn't know of this magical feeling because he had never been a very articulate when it came to jotting down ideas on a piece of paper. He'd never been that creative in that sense, though he had been gifted with being able to play the piano. But the amount of passion coming from her voice was enough to make him wish he had been gifted with the pen and to be able to feel the same way she does because she looked irrevocably happy with her accomplishments. That wasn't to say his wasn't happy in his profession or just as passionate but watching her features that were so animated held him in, he could imagine what her writing could do to him. Whereas most people would be fuelled by money, she was happy to just be doing what she loved and he admired that. She was a genuinely wholesome person and those were rare these days. "You've got your life made" he commented because it seemed just so. Her career was on the right track, she was doing something she loved, what more could she want in life? He could think of a lot of things but they were probably on different tracks and things he would value were most likely not the same as hers.

He looked down to cover his mild embarrassment, he wasn't one to brag about his success nor was he used to a seemingly composed young woman to exclaim that he was famous. He didn't consider himself famous, it wasn't false modesty or the likes of downplaying himself but he genuinely thought he was a normal guy. He certainly was no Brad Pitt or George Clooney, now they were famous and rightly so. "It's no big deal really" he assured her, he was used to fans yelling his name at premieres or even randomly on the street but it seemed odd to have Keani exclaim it like that. Did she really think that much of him? Did she think he was good, great even? The thought warmed his heart, he was glad to have gained some brownie points with his new friend and a part of him was glad that she knew of him and obviously thought he was at least half decent at his job. He chuckled wholeheartedly at his most recent role "Oh, you mean this smolder?" he asked, shooting her the trademark smolder that was bound to get a few laughs as it was truly hilarious.

He feigned a confused look as she burst out laughing, but he knew what was causing her to laugh. He could feel them on his teeth, the fact that she was able to laugh about this instead of reprimanding him was another thing he now liked about her, amongst the long list of things that had piled since he asked her where they were. He started laughing then, at her giggling stature, she barely looked like she was able to breathe. He waited for her to either accept or deny his challenge and was greatly surprised when she agreed. "You're really doing this?" he asked, though he wasn't seeking nor needed a confirmation. She was doing this, he couldn't help but at stare at her in wonder. Had they only just met that same day? It felt as if they had known each other for ages, or rather that they had a connection. She hadn't seemed like the type to have an eating contest with a stranger, but he had convinced her to do so. "Prepare to go down. Down town" he said in a melodramatic voice as the plates of waffles were placed in front of them.

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Keani could only imagine what kind of a person Elijah was. He was obviously far braver than she. He was adventurous enough to travel cross-country just to get back home to a large family. It made her wonder if she was the only woman he had met along the way and just how nice he was to them. She listened with an engrossed spark in her eye as he mentioned his favorite place. "Heaven?" She laughed at his dramatic simile. When he explained it, she was surprised. This guy wasn't a bum, obviously, but now he was a nerd? "You're a gamer," she chuckled. Keani was pretty tech-savvy herself for multiple reasons. As a child and as a teenager, she had been interested in video games. She was actually far better with computers than anything, but she used to be pretty passionate about the Playstation 2. "Hmm, a video store," she pondered with a raised eyebrows. "I can't say I've been to one of those lately." She remembered going to a video store back in Hawaii at one point, but it was a long time ago, and the place definitely wasn't retro. "So you like the oldies. I used to play with video games all the time with my little brother, but I can barely remember what it was all about. I mostly remember playing Kingdom Hearts... It was my favorite," she explained, excited to see if she could relate to the guy in his passion for geekery.

Keani nodded enthusiastically when he said she had her life made. It was true that Keani had been working to be happy for so long that it only made sense that she had discovered it. At some point in her teens, Keani had decided that she was going to be happy in all circumstances. After losing her mother and recovering from seemingly relentless grief, Keani felt like she was experienced with some sort of loss and that it was easier to get through the other misfortunes in life. When it came down to pursuing dreams, she didn't let her past get in her way. Actually, nothing could distract her; men, alcohol, drugs, and greed never allured her. She was all about doing what she loved. She wanted to live a life full of work and learning, not useless vacations. She didn't feel bored with her life, so she figured it was alright to be uniquely busy. She rarely got a break. Even with Danny and Jaiden trying to plan vacations for her, she felt inclined to stay at her job or to stay in and work on her private writings.

Keani could sense the sudden shyness Chuck Bartowski was feeling. Was there something wrong with pointing out that he was a talented celebrity? To Keani, it wasn't about the status. She loved seeing Elijah's acting. One of her absolute favorite movies was Shades of Ray. While she was on the job, it was normal to meet actors, but at a diner, it was a shock. On top of that, she was the one who thought he was a hobo or a restless wanderluster. "Oh, you mean this smolder?" he asked her playfully. When she looked up, she knew it was a mistake; she burst into laughter once again, unable to stop around this guy. It was a no wonder he could travel across the country safely; he was a catch. He had an undeniable charm that Keani rarely encountered. She wasn't all too easy to impress, but he was accomplishing the impossible. She slapped her lap, obviously moved with his impression. "You can do the smolder!" she huffed. Once she collected herself, she lightly touched his arm. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to freak out, but that's incredible. I mean, your work in Shades of Ray was great and... This is beyond humbling," she informed him.

Keani felt like a tiny child as she laughed at the tall man with the waffle pieces in his teeth. His confused expression only added to her struggle for air. A couple at the diner was chuckling a bit at the scene themselves. Lynette came over to oblige to Keani and Elijah's wishes. "You're really doing this?" he asked. He didn't know Keani, but she was competitive. There was no other way to behave when working for the New York Times. "I'm not afraid of competition," she countered, almost as if she were shocked at the question. Was it a shock that she could take a challenge like this? It was just a little eating contest. Admittedly, she knew she was about to get pummeled, but that wasn't what the fun would be about. Keani narrowed her eyes at him. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into, big guy," she said, feigning seriousness as she took the first bite of the second waffle. She wasn't going down without a fight!

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This woman was truly a wonder in herself, there seemed to be no end of surprises from her. He listened earnestly as she spoke of her past, he was glad to be getting to know her on such a personal level. He seemed to have that affect on people, it didn't take him long to make new friends and find out things not easily shared with a complete stranger but Elijah had always been an open book and that made people comfortable around him. He smiled eagerly at the mention of one of her favourite games growing up "I remember the countless hours spent on that when it first got released. I didn't think you'd be into video games" he said genuinely surprised. Most women were immune to the calling of games, as with sports and other things men would choose over chick flicks and shopping. But it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless and he was glad they shared an interest even if hers had ended with her prepubescent years.

Though he had commented on her life being almost perfect and had said it with unwavering happiness for his companion but there was slight envy within the man. His career may not have been where he had hoped it to be now but he was happy and what more could he want? He want a man that lusted after many things, he was usually quite content with what he had earned and what was given. But like any other human being he wished there was someone to share his happiness with. Being the romantic he was, he enjoyed being in a relationship with someone. He liked staying in and simply enjoying each others company. And that was what his life lacked the most as of now. He wanted the companionship, that was probably the most grown up thing about him. He didn't play games with the women in his life, they deserved better than that. He knew the world was not made of fairy tales and that it would take time to find that special someone once more but he was willing to wait because it would all be worthwhile.  

He was a little shy about proclaiming his talent and profession. Though what he did was indeed something special, he only thought of it as doing something he loved. His status and appearance had changed naught back home, they still considered him with the same remarks and like the simple man he was. And he was glad for that, he didn't want to be treated any differently than how he was used to, and apart from a distant cousin asking for a picture to put online, nothing had changed. Her laughter was infectious and he couldn't help smiling, glad to have eradicated any sadness from her. The smolder often had that affect on people. "It's the money maker" he joked. His earlier work was more unknown, especially the independent projects, the fact that she had seen one was a great shock to him. He was without words momentarily as she complimented it. "wow.. thank you." it was very rare to come across a fan who not only liked the comical side of him but also appreciated his more serious work and Elijah was truly grateful to meet one of the rare few. "that means a lot to me" his words spoke volumes, because a part of him wanted to impress her in the way that she had made an impression on him.  

He grinned as she returned his banter with a comeback of her own. He simply put his game face on as the plates were set in front of them, he didn't bother with a knife and dug the fork into the centre of the waffle and bringing it whole to his face. He couldn't help the laughter that escaped his lips as he saw her put a meekly piece in her mouth, there was no way she could win against him if that was the pace she was going at. He took a huge bite from the waffle leaving only half on the fork. It was a hard job chewing it down to something more digestable but he managed. He looked over to her once more and decided he'd give her this one, this was perhaps the first time he had seen her really enjoy herself and he figured she could use a break from the stress that was filming a movie. She deserved this for what she was willing to do make her dream happen, even if it was just winning a meesly eating contest. He took more slower bites but not enough tl give way to any suspicion that he was throwing the contest but enough to give her a substantial lead.

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Most people were surprised with Keani. She had a lot of different layers to her, and she used these well in business. She wasn't fake by any means; in fact, Keani's word was "integrity." However, she loved relating to others and remembered almost every detail of those she encountered. After a business meeting, she could remember the name of a person's dog. The details were what got her so far in the business. Sadly, that didn't apply when it came down to all of her relationships. She missed out on important details in her friendships and conversations with family members because she was so in love with her job that focusing on much else was difficult. She wasn't the top dog at the office, considering she was actually the youngest one outside of the interns. At the most competitive newspaper company in the nation, she was surely a small fish in a big pond. She worked diligently, though, to rise in her pursuits. She could easily relate to her new friend in that respect. He couldn't envy someone who was trying her best to climb a slippery ladder as well. He had certainly found someone who shared his discouragement.

Elijah was so social that it wouldn't shock Keani if he were a romantic. He was obviously mildly flirtatious, a quality that Keani didn't always react well to. As a teenager, she had become accustomed to random boys crushing on her. Most of her friends had been boys as well; she avoided females for a while, used to their cruelty. After losing a few best friends in high school to her distant attitude after her mother's death, she had enjoyed a boy's company far more than she could a girl's. Men had a way of making a small deal of issues that shouldn't be inspected. Keani was a low-maintenance young woman, devoid of much drama at all. She didn't necessarily avoid it, but nothing in her life warranted the poison, so she didn't go looking for it. She wasn't a maneater or a relationship chaser. She let things come to her. Unfortunately, she wasn't always emotionally available; she had an intense phobia of loving and losing. She had done enough of it in the past, so her romantic illusions were dead and buried.

It surprised Keani that Elijah was so affected by her compliments. He was obviously pretty popular to a certain populace, so it shouldn't be weird that she was saying nice things about his work. Keani was well-read and informed in terms of movies. She knew what good writing was and what bad writing was. Otherwise, she tried to stay nonjudgmental with works. Even if she didn't like the actual outcome, she tried to look at the character development, plot, and ending significance over all. She saw that Elijah knew what he was doing when it came down to accentuating the best parts of writing. Shades of Ray was a very unconventional piece. Keani honestly didn't know how she felt about the writing. A few scenes of Elijah's had also been faulty, yes, but the overall work was to die for. She loved the theme and humor. It seemed to suit Elijah, who hadn't failed to make her whole night better with a myriad of laughs.

Keani dug into the next waffle once she saw what his technique was. She nearly choked on the bite at first with laughter. He was so child-like with the ginormous waffle hanging in his hand. Instead of using a fork like a woman would, he had taken the other route. Keani could see that he had some primal habits inside of him, and she enjoyed that he wasn't a refined person she would usually meet on a daily basis. Keani was far too used to learned writers and snobbish rich people. She came from humble roots and liked seeing those who could relate. She swallowed her laughter with these thoughts to wash them down and took a next bite. Each one became far faster than the last, and each piece was going down her esophagus in quick succession. Before she knew it, she was done, her stomach was bulging, and Elijah... wasn't done? She looked at him and his plate for a moment before laying a smackdown on his arm. "You went easy on me!" she exclaimed, still holding a chunk of a waffle in her mouth. Her face looked impatient and girlish. "The nerve!" She retracted her hand for a moment and looked at Elijah's face. "Oh! I'm sorry!" A hand slapped over her mouth as the other patted the arm she had just attacked. "I got carried away..."

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