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The Orlando Bloom Files: Amusement


Mine went something like this:

The demonicly possessed copy machines at work were on the blink again today so your boss decides to give you a 3 hour lunch break until the demonicly possessed copy machines are fixed. You decide to go ahead and have lunch at Olive Garden. You hadn't noticed just how lonely it sounded to say 'Party of one' until now. Despite that, you slide loquaciously into the dark booth while the greeter leaves you with a menu. You study it, quietly admiring the spaghetti and order it when the waiter comes by.
You lean your finger back, take in a(n) weary breath, and close your eyes for what seems like only a moment. You can feel a swish of tantalizing air pass by you as the waiter scurries by. From behind, you can smell the scent of spaghetti being delivered to the booth behind you. In only a matter of moments, the smell of the spaghetti becomes stronger and is mixed with a hint of... Polo. A delicious sense that someone is watching you overcomes you to the point where you open your eyes. Suddenly your heart nearly stops beating, you immediately recognize the brown eyes staring down into yours and you know exactly who those eyes belong to.
Orlando Bloom is holding the plate of spaghetti and smiles, 'I think this is yours, I ordered the mostaciolli.' Awe struck, you exclaim to yourself, 'Yes please, have some! O my god it's Orlando Bloom.' but manage to hide your fascination under a calm exterior and you smile back, 'Yeah, it is.' Orlando nods then swiftly and politely places the plate down on the table, 'I thought so. I heard you ordering earlier.' His ears flushed slightly.
You practically trip over your words to say 'Thank you.' Orlando then puts his hands in his pockets and begins to meander back to his booth when you stick your hand out to shake his. When he captures it and holds it against his own, you say, 'I'm Tabitha' He keeps your hand in his until he finishes saying, 'Tabitha, it's nice to meet you, I'm Orlando, but my you can call me Orli. All my friends do.' He quickly releases your hand and you say, 'Hi Orli', and before you can stop yourself you hear your own voice saying out loud, 'Would you like to join me?' With a quick dash Orlando slides into the opposite side of your booth and gives you a grin, I'd love to. You could feel that this lunch was going to be one of the best of your life.



OH, what a lunch that would be.....