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“You are?” Esme squeaked, a whisper like it was a secret. “Tell me everything!”

She nodded when he went on to explain. Esme had never left this little town, not even once. So she didn’t quite understand how someone from a big city would feel about settling down here; but she did understand how stifling small town life could be. “You’re not gonna move back, are you?” she asked.

Esme laughed and shook her head, her hair bouncing. “How am I supposed to compete with her cougar ways? I don’t stand a chance!” she teased. “Maybe I’ll stop by.”

“Believe me,” Dima laughed, “I am trying to.”

He shook his head, sighing. “No, not everything. Not Carter. Just…a number of other things.” He shrugged. “I think small town living is just getting to be too much for me, right now. But thank-you.”

He grinned. “He loves it. But you should come in soon. Some attention from a woman as lovely as yourself would be very good for him right now.”

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“Oh, um...I don’t know. We could walk around and see?”

❛ Yes… Or some cabinet of curiosities...❜

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“No pets? I’d be lost without my cats,” she sighed. Sometimes she spent more time with her cats than with actual people.

“If there’s a particular scent you want that we don’t have, I could order it for you.”

      ❛  I don’t have any pets so… I don’t have that problem.  ❜  liesl said with a shrug, as she was checking on the candles. but due to her need, she is thinking of buy incense but she loves candles.        ❛  Then, I think, I’ll bring incenses & some candles.   ❜

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“It’s a little hot for my taste, but it’s a nice day for it.”

“It’s a pretty fucking beautiful weekend to have an event like this, don’t you think?”

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“Can we do that? Is that allowed? Because I’m right there with you.”

“I can’t be the only one who needs a little liquor encouragement to ride these.”

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“You mean like a magic show?”

❛  I’m wondering where I could find some show in this place, like illusionism...❜

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“Oh right, I forgot you don’t like to do any actual work,” she teased. “For all I know, you’re on the clock right now. Some poor puppy could be stuck in a tree, and here you are, annoying me.”

Esme gave him a look, raising one eyebrow at him. “Bad juju? You’ve come to the right place dah-ling,” she said, adopting an exaggerated accent to make herself sound a bit like the fortune teller lady in Pirates of the Caribbean. “Let me take you in the back and cleanse your poor soul, boy.”

“That would mean that I would have to do things and go out of my way to keep my hands clean. Seems like a lot of work, too much effort for my liking.” He smiled, raising a brow at her sarcastic comments. “You know now that you mention i’ve felt some bad juju around me. Mind telling me what that’s all about?” He questioned her mockingly, waiting to see what she’d come up with. 

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Esme made a little excited squeaking noise as she bounced a little at the thought. “So, when are you guys getting married?” she teased. “Because getting a tattoo for someone, that’s forever. If someone did that for me--and it was an actual nice tattoo with real meaning--I’d marry him in a heartbeat.”

“Everything?” she asked, frown lines wrinkling her brows. How could someone so in love be frustrated with everything? But, Esme knew, love wasn’t the only thing in the world, even if she wanted it to be. That was the romantic in her. “Is there anything I can do to help?” 

She huffed a little at the news of what her Aunt had been up to. “I’m supposed to be the one flirting with Max. She’s such a cougar!”

Dima laughed as Esme gushed, making a face and shaking his head. “No, I did not cry,” he chuckled, “I am a man. Men do not cry over tattoos.” He grinned at her. “But I did make sure to show my appreciation once we were alone…”

Sighing as she called him on his non-answer, Dmitry shrugged. “I am just frustrated,” he said. “With everything. It will pass.” And then he brushed all that aside to happily turn the conversation back to Esme’s own life. “Da,” he grinned, “She came into Bailey’s to flirt with Max. She said things have been busy.”

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“I don’t want a ruthless knight. You’re supposed to be a gentleman, and fight for my honor,” she teased. “You actually got a day off? Good for you...You know, my aunt should be coming in soon after her errands. We could go get lunch or something, if you want.”

“Well what the hell, who signed me up for this?” Aaron chuckled. His eyes were trained on the back of her head, wishing to see those beautiful blue eyes once she’d finally looked back at him. “Do you need help restocking? It’s my day off and I’m bored.” I really just want to spend time with you. “He was ruthless and he won the crusades.”

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“I love candles, I burn them all the time,” Esme told her. “I know it can be a little unsafe, but I don’t put them anywhere my cats could knock them over, or anything...” Esme watched the girl look the choices over, smiling. 

“Incense is good for that too, it can be a stronger smell though. But it lasts a while.”

   liesl followed esme till the section of candles, she glanced to the shelf seeing variety of candles, sizes & etc. she was considering buy new ones… her last candles was over. then she looked at esme again.        ❛ I really don’t understand about candles, but I’m accepting, whatever type    that people don’t get easily ‘sick tired’ with the smell, but it has to predominate the smell of the room, like alchool or cigarettes. ❜    this is how her room smells like, mostly of times, cigarettes & alcohol. especially on her days of ’blue’, also, she likes to stay on the darkness with the only lightening of candles.

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Esme could only imagine what Cam’s reaction would be if he knew the truth about her and her business--his sister was a cop, after all--so she just smiled sweetly. “Thank you,” she said as he set her down.

“So what brings you to the shop? Just wanted to see my face, or getting some tea for Carter?”

“No, don’t start! You are innocent!” Cameron laughed before reaching up to put her back onto the ground. “Now, you’re safe.”

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“Maybe I’m not as innocent as you think, hmm?” she teased. “Now, help me down, Mr. Surgeon.” Esme held her arms out for him to lift her down off the stool.

“I said I can’t. You’re the one innocent friend that I have! And I’m excellent at multi-tasking. I am a surgeon, after all.”

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“Thanks,” she said warmly, glad to hear the compliment. When the girl asked about candles, Esme led her over to a shelf. “We do, lots of different scents. We have incense too.”

 ❛ Your store is cool. ❜      liesl was trying to be gentle & polite with esme. she never been in a store like this in her whole life. she wondering how it works the psychic things, although she doesn’t believe in those things. actually, liesl hasn’t faith in anything. she folded her arms against her own chest, & turning her attention to esme.  ❛ Do you have candles? ❜

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Esme gasped excitedly. “He did? Oh that’s so romantic! Did you cry? I would have cried.” She sighed happily at the thought, now dying to see the tattoo for herself. 

“Life is just life? That’s not an answer.” Esme got up and went over to him, hands on her hips and looking up into his eyes. “Tell me the truth.” Esme had always had a knack for when people were lying or sugarcoating, came with the job. “You saw her? Yeah, business is good! Lots of college students popping in lately, though I suppose they’ll be leaving for the summer soon.”

“Carter is amazing - his last scan came back clean, so we are finally really moving forward; and he is very busy with the house.” Dmitry grinned. “Have you see him lately? He got a tattoo for me. In Russian. I can’t stop staring at it…”

“And otherwise, life is…” he trailed off, shrugging. “It is just life, I guess. How are you? I saw your aunt the other day. She said business is good?”

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“You don’t get paid to be a knight, you just have to pledge your service to me,” she trilled teasingly. “Just some stuff I need to restock,” she said, grinning as he lifted her of the stool and down to her feet. “Charlemagne? Why, what did he do?”

“Well damn, what do I get paid?” Aaron watched her struggle with a chuckle. Esme always seemed to know how to put a smile on his face. “What’s in the box?” He questioned before curling his hands around her waist and brought her back down to her feet. “Lancelot? Really? I’ve rather be Charlemagne. “

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46. If you were having a baby with the love of your life, and they insisted that the child be named after a place, what would you name your child?

“It has to be named after a place? Hopefully there would be a place that was important to our relationship that didn’t sound stupid as a name...If not, Raleigh is a nice name. But I have been watching Pacific Rim on HBO and Charlie Hunnam is a total babe, so I’m biased...”

“If only there were better place names in my favorite books! I can’t name a kid Hogwarts...What about Minas Tirith, and we can call her Mina?”

“...I’m thinking too much about this.”

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“Well, you’re mine now,” she teased as he held her steady. “I just need this box.” She had to go up on her tiptoes to get the box down, then she turned in his grip. “Help me down, Lancelot.”

“Never been that for someone,” his hands settled on her waist. Aaron did his best not to glance down at her little hips and perky little ass. Esme was perfect but he knew better than to try anything. He would never be good enough. “What are you searching for?”