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“So how are things with you and crazy cat lady?”

Gerard rolled his crimson eyes in response to his brother’s words, clearly not impressed by them. “Her name is Asad, Hells Angel. Not crazy cat lady,” he snorted, “and things are fine.”

“Then why is she avoiding you like the plague?” the dark haired male countered, flashing his brother a crooked smirk. His amber eyes glimmered brightly with a mischievous light as he spoke. Bothering Gerard was a game to him, and a fun one at that. He got wound up over things so easily. Most of the time Hells Angel needed only shift the mirror of the car slightly to get his brother irritated. And Gerard was funny when he was irritated. “Did she suddenly realize how much of a bore you are? Probably. Women can only stand you for so long before they start loathing you.”

“I’ll have you know that I could get any woman I wanted to,” Gerard retorted indignantly. With that he lifted the mug of coffee to his lips and took a swig from it.

“Prove it then,” Hells Angel snickered, “get her number.” As he said this he jerked his head so that he could indicate a girl sitting at a single table near the corner of the room. She was hunched over a few books and scribbling something down. Probably a university student trying to maintain her caffeine fix while she studied.

“Easy.”

With that Gerard rose to his feet, crumpling up a napkin to take to the trash receptacle behind her. It wasn’t dirty really, just an excuse for him to slip past her. As he passed her by he managed to catch sight of what she was doing. She was reading through an old history book and making notes about World War II. His guess was that it was for an exam of some sort. He saw all this in just a short peek.

On the way back towards his own table, he purposefully bumped into a book hanging over the edge of the table and knocked it to the floor.

“Crap,” he muttered, stooping down to pick it up. “I’m such a klutz sometimes. I’m really so-,” he paused as they made eye contact, gasping at the sight. She had large doe eyes that seemed to take up a little less than half her face.

“I- It’s okay,” she mumbled, flashing a shy smile his way. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she looked towards him and he could hear her pulse increasing slightly. The slight dilation of her pupils only confirmed his suspicions further. He had definitely caught her attention in a positive manner. “Are- uh- you okay?” she asked, reaching forwards to lightly brush her finger-tips against the part of his arm that had hit the book with a concerned expression.

“Me? Oh yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, flashing a shy smile of his own, “it’s just that… your eyes are so beautiful...” He trailed off leaning forwards ever so slightly to get a better look at them.

She glanced down with a nervous little giggle. “Thank you,” she mumbled, feeling flustered, “and your eyes are…” She glanced up towards him again and felt her knees weakening slightly under the crimson gaze. Was it even possible for someone to have red eyes? At the moment, she didn’t really care. She was a history major, not a biologist. “Your eyes are quite unique- handsome, really.”

“Aw, they’re nothing special,” he said, waving his hand in dismissal. Then he glanced towards the book in his arms with a short laugh. “I suppose you’ll be wanting this back now. World War II is quite interesting. I should really let you get back to work.” With that said he handed the book back to her.

“Oh… thank you. But- um- do you have to leave now? You could sit with me and we could grab a cup of coffee. You know, chat for a while maybe…” she trailed off again, glancing away timidly.

“I would love too,” he told her, reaching forwards to tilt her chin upwards to face him properly. His touch was gentle. “Honestly I would. But my brother’s waiting for me, so I have to go.”

“Here then,” she said, scribbling something down on a scrap of paper and then passing it towards him. “Here’s my number. Call me when you’re not hanging out with your brother sometime and we can get a coffee.”

“Sure thing- uh- I’m terribly sorry, but I don’t believe I caught your name. What was it?” he asked, letting warmth seep into his cheeks. It gave him a shy and not entirely certain appearance. It was a look that many would probably call ‘cute’, but if it bothered him he didn’t show it.

“Abigail. And yours?”

“Gerard,” he replied, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “I’ll see you around Abby.” With that he turned and began making his way towards Hells Angel.

With his back to the girl he allowed a smirk to cross his lips. He took a seat at the table Hells Angel was at, wearing a smug look. “Told you so,” he said simply, “and she’s been staring at me since I started walking this way. In three seconds she’ll realize she’s staring and look down to her work again with a red face- probably with a nervous giggle.”

Hells Angel glanced towards the table where the girl was sitting and sure enough, in three seconds she glanced down towards her papers with a little laugh. Her face was red. The dark haired man arched his eyebrows and glanced towards his brother. “How…?”

Gerard chuckled at his perplexed brother, amused by his confusion. “I guess I’m just that awesome.”

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“So how are things with you and crazy cat lady?”

Gerard rolled his crimson eyes in response to his brother’s words, clearly not impressed by them. “Her name is Asad, Hells Angel. Not crazy cat lady,” he snorted, “and things are fine.”

“Then why is she avoiding you like the plague?” the dark haired male countered, flashing his brother a crooked smirk. His amber eyes glimmered brightly with a mischievous light as he spoke. Bothering Gerard was a game to him, and a fun one at that. He got wound up over things so easily. Most of the time Hells Angel needed only shift the mirror of the car slightly to get his brother irritated. And Gerard was funny when he was irritated. “Did she suddenly realize how much of a bore you are? Probably. Women can only stand you for so long before they start loathing you.”

“I’ll have you know that I could get any woman I wanted to,” Gerard retorted indignantly. With that he lifted the mug of coffee to his lips and took a swig from it.

“Prove it then,” Hells Angel snickered, “get her number.” As he said this he jerked his head so that he could indicate a girl sitting at a single table near the corner of the room. She was hunched over a few books and scribbling something down. Probably a university student trying to maintain her caffeine fix while she studied.

“Easy.”

With that Gerard rose to his feet, crumpling up a napkin to take to the trash receptacle behind her. It wasn’t dirty really, just an excuse for him to slip past her. As he passed her by he managed to catch sight of what she was doing. She was reading through an old history book and making notes about World War II. His guess was that it was for an exam of some sort. He saw all this in just a short peek.

On the way back towards his own table, he purposefully bumped into a book hanging over the edge of the table and knocked it to the floor.

“Crap,” he muttered, stooping down to pick it up. “I’m such a klutz sometimes. I’m really so-,” he paused as they made eye contact, gasping at the sight. She had large doe eyes that seemed to take up a little less than half her face.

“I- It’s okay,” she mumbled, flashing a shy smile his way. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she looked towards him and he could hear her pulse increasing slightly. The slight dilation of her pupils only confirmed his suspicions further. He had definitely caught her attention in a positive manner. “Are- uh- you okay?” she asked, reaching forwards to lightly brush her finger-tips against the part of his arm that had hit the book with a concerned expression.

“Me? Oh yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, flashing a shy smile of his own, “it’s just that… your eyes are so beautiful...” He trailed off leaning forwards ever so slightly to get a better look at them.

She glanced down with a nervous little giggle. “Thank you,” she mumbled, feeling flustered, “and your eyes are…” She glanced up towards him again and felt her knees weakening slightly under the crimson gaze. Was it even possible for someone to have red eyes? At the moment, she didn’t really care. She was a history major, not a biologist. “Your eyes are quite unique- handsome, really.”

“Aw, they’re nothing special,” he said, waving his hand in dismissal. Then he glanced towards the book in his arms with a short laugh. “I suppose you’ll be wanting this back now. World War II is quite interesting. I should really let you get back to work.” With that said he handed the book back to her.

“Oh… thank you. But- um- do you have to leave now? You could sit with me and we could grab a cup of coffee. You know, chat for a while maybe…” she trailed off again, glancing away timidly.

“I would love too,” he told her, reaching forwards to tilt her chin upwards to face him properly. His touch was gentle. “Honestly I would. But my brother’s waiting for me, so I have to go.”

“Here then,” she said, scribbling something down on a scrap of paper and then passing it towards him. “Here’s my number. Call me when you’re not hanging out with your brother sometime and we can get a coffee.”

“Sure thing- uh- I’m terribly sorry, but I don’t believe I caught your name. What was it?” he asked, letting warmth seep into his cheeks. It gave him a shy and not entirely certain appearance. It was a look that many would probably call ‘cute’, but if it bothered him he didn’t show it.

“Abigail. And yours?”

“Gerard,” he replied, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “I’ll see you around Abby.” With that he turned and began making his way towards Hells Angel.

With his back to the girl he allowed a smirk to cross his lips. He took a seat at the table Hells Angel was at, wearing a smug look. “Told you so,” he said simply, “and she’s been staring at me since I started walking this way. In three seconds she’ll realize she’s staring and look down to her work again with a red face- probably with a nervous giggle.”

Hells Angel glanced towards the table where the girl was sitting and sure enough, in three seconds she glanced down towards her papers with a little laugh. Her face was red. The dark haired man arched his eyebrows and glanced towards his brother. “How…?”

Gerard chuckled at his perplexed brother, amused by his confusion. “I guess I’m just that awesome.”