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Grey, 7 + Daffodil, 7 + Or, 18 + Sable, 18 + stain + interactive art + photography + reimaging.
Authors: Sara and Kelly
Colors: Grey, 7. all cats are grey at night (Sara) + Daffodil, 7. colors everywhere + Or, 18. Humility + Sable, 18. Vice (Kelly)
Supplies: Stain ("All God's children are not beautiful. Most of God's children are, in fact, barely presentable.")
Style: Bichrome, Interactive Art, Photography, Reimaging (the first is of Teresa's section of They Had It Coming; the ninth is of Isabella's section of Welcome to Dan's)
Word Count: 2,980
Rating: PG-13
Story: Polyfaceted; title of this is First Impressions.
Summary: First impressions of the Corlioni siblings.
Notes: Spans 2002 to summer 2028.
The man—Salvatore Corlioni, based on newspaper articles—is huge by any standard. Dana has met taller men, but Salvatore has to stand at least six foot two, and he looks much, much bigger because of his broad shoulders and sheer mass. He’s built, with biceps easily the size of Dana’s head. He’s wearing shorts, and that gives her a good idea of the muscle of his legs, too.
And he’s hot. Warm, very dark brown eyes, no stubble to speak of, straight, thick brown hair so dark as to match his eyes, handsome face with his even features. She can’t find a single flaw, really. He’s not model material, but he’s still extremely attractive.
Absolutely giant, but also very hot.
---
Giovanni—Johnny—is much shorter than Father Joseph knows from seeing him pick up the younger Corlioni children. He must be no more than five and a half feet tall.
For all that, he has size and presence. He’s not overly broad, but muscle shows easily under his shirt, from shoulders to wrists. Even his neck shows the muscle. His hands are slightly bigger than Joseph would think, but there’s a baseball plaque that includes Johnny’s name out in the sports trophy case.
He looks a bit like his brother Vito, though his features are slightly more refined—or would be if his nose hadn’t clearly been broken at some point. Unlike Vito, his hair has some wave to it, and it’s darker, black under the lights of the office. He moves with sheer confidence, not power but completely sure of himself. Father Joseph supposes the combination would make him attractive, especially since he doesn’t…look gay, or act it. He’s like any other man who’s stepped into this office, maybe more sure and definitely shorter than most of them, but otherwise just the same.
---
The first thing that Dennis notices is that Carlos’ wife—Lea—is small, especially compared to Carlos, who is almost six feet.
It’s not just that she’s short, though she is, probably only around five-three; she’s also thin, and she just seems…he thinks the word is delicate. Her long brown hair and large, expressive brown eyes only enhance that impression, and the fact that she’s wearing a sundress with plenty of soft colors, one that flatters her figure and shows off her shapely legs, seems to confirm the idea, one of utter femininity.
So he’s surprised when her handshake is firm and her gaze steady, and that’s when he notices the steely intelligence lurking in her eyes. She may be a pretty face, but he thinks she’s more than that, and it doesn’t surprise him at all when he notices her listening attentively to his and Carlos’ talk about business.
---
Alan’s first impression of Teresa Corlioni, when she arrives to direct the placement of her art in his gallery, is that she’s tiny. Her brother and manager, the one he dealt with to set up the show, is with her, and he only emphasizes how incredibly small Teresa is. She must be five feet tall.
She’s also, if he’s honest with himself, beautiful. She has a brilliant smile as she looks around the space, and her hair, chestnut brown, is wavy at the ends. It must be only there because of how heavy and thick it looks. Her brown eyes are wide and well-spaced, sparkling with what he assumes is excitement, her face heart-shaped, and she’s shapely under her pale pink blouse and black skirt that falls just above her knees. The pink emphasizes her tan skin, and the skirt, combined with black flats, makes her look just taller than she is.
She really should do a self-portrait. Based on her other portraits, it would be honest and real, and it would sell fabulously.
---
Kirsten knows who David Corlioni is, of course. She would have to be oblivious not to. She just didn’t expect him to be so…large. He may want to widen the doorways on whichever house he and his wife, Angela, buy.
There’s a scar on his hand, straight down and an inch wide, and another on his left cheek. His nose looks like it’s been broken and set at least once. That’s all strangely congruous with his size. Whether or not that’s because of his occupation, she can’t be sure.
Still, accounting for the scar and broken nose, he’s somewhat attractive. She would never be interested, but Angela clearly is, and Kirsten can see why, to an extent. He has what she might call puppy eyes if she were on a message board, his jaw is strong and square, and his slight stubble accentuates the way his cheeks and jaw fit together. His dark hair is thick and wavy, and Kirsten can almost imagine running her hands through it.
And then there’s the matter of the muscle. He’s built like a football player, with the sheer size and the muscle of a boxer on top of it. He carries himself like an athlete, too; she’s sold enough houses, condos, and penthouses to them to know. It’s an aggressive stance, daring someone to push him, and that usually means either an incredible ego or deep insecurity. With him, she’s betting both.
---
Sydney has Mr. Corlioni for algebra, and all her friends who had him first semester keep saying he’s a really good teacher, which is good, because she hates math and is going to need all the help she can get.
She can’t get over how tall he is, towering over the other teachers and even the tallest kids in the class. She knows a couple of the boys are six feet, and he’s still a few inches taller than even them. He’s also kind of cute in a geeky way—lanky, with brown hair and warm brown eyes, and he seems really friendly. Given all the various math-related comics hung up around the room, she’s pretty sure about that whole ‘geeky’ descriptor.
Maybe she’s actually going to like math this year.
---
Brooke first really wrangles with Leonardo in 2018. Her attempt in 2017 doesn’t count; it failed, plain and simple, and she hardly interacted with him, barely even spared him a glance.
She has another shot on a racketeering case that’s resulted in four of his siblings—Giovanni, David, Nicoletta, and Isabella—being arrested, and she gets to personally wrangle with him over bail.
Her initial impression is just that he’s…slimy. It’s something about his haughty expression, the way he carries himself, and who he represents in combination that makes her think that, and she strongly suspects she’s right even before they’re up. It’s probably because of his overpriced suit and shoes.
He only vaguely resembles any of his brothers, mostly in his dark hair, dark eyes, and olive-tinged skin, though he’s closer to sallow. He’s between the two he’s representing in height, she’d guess exactly in the middle, and he’s completely lacking in their muscle—thin, not remotely wiry. It wouldn’t kill him to hit the gym; even she makes time, and she probably works as hard as he does.
She badly wants to beat him just because of how much of a snobby scumbag he appears to be.
---
Elle was, of course, hired by Torey, which means she’s been meeting his siblings as she goes. She’s dealt with his and his brothers’ computers already, handling their software updates and new security systems no matter how much one of his brothers complained, and now she’s moving onto his sister.
The boyish assistant outside Nicoletta’s office waves her in after a moment, and Elle is stunned when she sees the woman standing beside the filing cabinet. Plainly speaking, she’s gorgeous. Her hair, thick and gold-blonde that can only be natural, falls to her waist in soft waves, and that’s only the start. For one thing, the gold of her hair sets off the natural-looking tan-ness of her skin. She seems tall, certainly taller than Elle, and her heels that look impossible to walk in only help the impression of power her height lends her. And her curves.
She has a small waist, but a great ass and frankly amazing boobs. Her legs, bare below the hem of her short dress, are in incredible shape, more than just walking in heels would cause, and her arms look strong, showing well because the dress is sleeveless. She’s the first one Elle has seen with a tattoo, an ornate, old-fashioned looking red ‘C’ with a silver dagger stabbed through it, a brown rosary hanging from the black hilt, its cross below the bottom of the letter, by the tip of the dagger. The artist did an amazing job. It’s on her bicep, and Elle feels sure Nicoletta isn’t the only one to have it.
Nicoletta looks over to her, and her face looks like a model’s, her clear blue eyes above high cheekbones and her lips plush. Elle feels like her heart stops.
---
Isabella is pretty, not just hot, T.J. thinks.
It might be the whiskey making him all philosophical—he always gets introspective when he drinks—but the distinction seems important. Sure, she is hot, thin, tall, naturally tan, and in great shape, with long legs and a decent rack, but she’s also pretty, which doesn’t always overlap. Her smile lights up her face, and when she laughs, her eyes—hazel, he thinks—sparkle with amusement. Her hair is brown, slightly wavy; it frames her face, and he notices that she doesn’t seem to be wearing any makeup. Definitely pretty.
She also handily kicked their asses at the drinking contest, which he thinks is pretty impressive. As he takes another drink, he wonders vaguely if she’s single.
---
Dahlia eyes the guy at the end of the bar contemplatively. She heard the bartender call him Stefano, and based on the idle chitchat she thinks he’s a firefighter, which is pretty hot. He’s not bad-looking—physically fit, obviously, if not overly built. He’s sitting, but she doesn’t think he’s very tall, which is fine—she’s barely five-three anyway. His face has a certain character, with dark brown eyes and, a large, wide nose, decent lips. He’s also got black hair and olive skin—which makes sense, given his name—and she’s thinking after she finishes her drink she’s going to go over and introduce herself. He looks like he could use a little company.
---
Darren has heard through the grapevine that Dr. Mina Corlioni is a total uptight snob, but he hasn’t actually gotten that impression so far. Sure, she’s totally professional, from her demeanor to her light brown hair in a tight bun to her pristine white lab coat and all the way down to her very sensible pumps, but she doesn’t look down on him in any way he can tell, and being an orderly, he knows what it looks like when a doctor is looking down on him.
She’s also very attractive, and he’s not entirely sure she knows it. Either that or she’s just really good at smoothly side-stepping the matter when patients try to flirt with her, but he’s pretty sure it’s the former.
And when she thanks him for his help, she seems perfectly sincere, if still all-business. He wonders if that’s where ‘snob’ came from, but it still doesn’t really seem all that fitting to him.
---
Wendy has to admit she’s not paying as much attention to her own workout as she is to one of the guys lifting weights. She saw him walk over, and while he’s not tall—maybe five-six or so?—she was impressed by how fit he looked and the size of his biceps, and she’s still impressed by how much he can bench.
He’s good-looking, too, with dark brown hair, a firm jaw, some stubble, and she likes the way he was joking around with his friend, obviously having a good time.
When he glances over at her, grinning, she blushes a little, knowing she’s been caught looking. His grin seems friendly, though, and she smiles when he makes his way over to her.
---
Gino’s brother Vito set up this date, and Kevin is pretty glad he did. Vito stressed that people think his brother his cute, that his brother plays soccer, and that his brother is generally a cool dude.
It’s a little early to judge the cool dude part of things, and the soccer can be easily confirmed, but Kevin can confirm for himself the cute aspect. He’s a sandy blond, just an inch or so shorter than Kevin’s five-eleven, and his blue eyes would best be called soulful. He’s definitely boyish, looks younger than twenty-two, and that probably helps make him seem sweeter and somehow more genuine. He looks a little uncomfortable and a little eager at the same time, and Kevin sort of thinks this date might end well for both of them.
---
There’s no other word for it, Amy thinks: Gina Sophia is adorable. She’s the newest hire, shy and sweet as can be, with shoulder-length wavy brown hair and big, expressive brown eyes, the cutest nose, and rosy cheeks, and Amy honestly doesn’t think she’s ever met anyone as adorable as she is before. She’s also small and thin, probably only around five-two, and when she smiles it’s downright infectious; Amy can’t help but occasionally think that she wouldn’t be out of place in a Disney cartoon. It’s impossible not to like her, and her sweetness is obviously not an act—she’s just so genuine. It’s a refreshing change of pace.
---
Evan is hired shortly after Cristina Corlioni is made president of Corlioni Enterprises. He meets with her on his second day.
She’s pretty. She’s not hot, but she’s definitely pretty. She’ll be good at this, the stubborn set to her mouth and jaw say as much, and part of winning people over will be that prettiness if she chooses to use it. Her hair is dark and straight, her forehead high and chin pointed, and her eyes a deep near-black. Her blouse is short-sleeved, and her muscle is clearly defined to the point that her shoulders could almost be counted as broad; he’d bet she works off her aggression at the gym, because the hardness in her eyes says she definitely has aggression. She’s on the taller side for a woman, not terribly so, but enough to be noticeable.
Altogether, if she wasn’t his boss, he might be tempted to ask her out.
---
They’ve just been introduced, and right away Travis is pretty sure he’s going to like working with Elisabetta. She’s very pretty, slender and blonde, with deep blue eyes, and it’s all the more striking given that she’s also pretty damn tall, only about an inch shorter than him—maybe five-ten. She’s also very quiet and thoughtful, and her eyes and smile are warm and comforting. It’s obvious that she’s excited about this job, about helping people, and seems to be radiating a general sort of good cheer that is understated and approachable, and that makes him like her all the more. He’s worked with too many jaded people.
---
Stephen should be ashamed to admit it, but the first thing he notices about his classmate, Eva Watson, is her ass.
It’s not entirely his fault, since she’s going ahead of him into their classroom, but it should have been her hair or height or something. Really, though, with an ass like that, what was he supposed to notice?
He does notice her hair right after, shining brown, curly, and down past her shoulders. She’s tall too, almost his height, which probably makes her five-eight. He makes a point of sitting beside her and notices her face and chest before her ring. Her face is nothing short of beautiful, widely-spaced brown eyes, a cute nose, a mouth made for kissing. Her chest is pretty decent, too. Based on looks alone, her husband—because that’s two rings, now that he’s paying attention—is a lucky man. Or maybe her wife is a lucky woman, whichever.
---
Adamo is cute, Patty thinks with a slightly wistful sigh; she’s just transferred, which kind of sucks, given it’s her senior year, and they sit next to each other in English. He’s been so nice, helping her out, and he has such soulful brown eyes, the kind you could stare into forever. His hair is thick and dark brown, and his lips are definitely kissable. He’s also in pretty damn good shape—he told her he likes to jog.
So of course it’s her luck that when she mentions her new crush to another new friend, Sally, she only starts laughing before sympathetically patting her on the arm and informing her that Adamo couldn’t be gayer if he tried.
Oh well, she thinks, snorting a little at herself. He’s still really cute.
---
The chick—Maya, she said her name is—is pretty damn hot. She’s thin and tanned, but it looks all natural, none of that nasty orange shit. Her boobs may be a little on the small side, but they definitely look perky—her shirt is low-cut enough that he can tell—and he can’t stop staring at the spot on her thigh where that tiny skirt comes to an end. Her legs are fantastic, and the heels are hot, at least four inches. It makes her almost as tall as him, and he’s five-eleven.
Her face is nice too, which is a relief, because he’s fucked too many women with hot bodies and fugly faces: large, brown eyes and full lips, and her hair, dark brown, is swept up in some fancy hairstyle. It’s not like he doesn’t know she’s slumming it from the way she carries herself, but that confirms it. It doesn’t matter, though, because that’s his favorite fucking type.
Colors: Grey, 7. all cats are grey at night (Sara) + Daffodil, 7. colors everywhere + Or, 18. Humility + Sable, 18. Vice (Kelly)
Supplies: Stain ("All God's children are not beautiful. Most of God's children are, in fact, barely presentable.")
Style: Bichrome, Interactive Art, Photography, Reimaging (the first is of Teresa's section of They Had It Coming; the ninth is of Isabella's section of Welcome to Dan's)
Word Count: 2,980
Rating: PG-13
Story: Polyfaceted; title of this is First Impressions.
Summary: First impressions of the Corlioni siblings.
Notes: Spans 2002 to summer 2028.
The man—Salvatore Corlioni, based on newspaper articles—is huge by any standard. Dana has met taller men, but Salvatore has to stand at least six foot two, and he looks much, much bigger because of his broad shoulders and sheer mass. He’s built, with biceps easily the size of Dana’s head. He’s wearing shorts, and that gives her a good idea of the muscle of his legs, too.
And he’s hot. Warm, very dark brown eyes, no stubble to speak of, straight, thick brown hair so dark as to match his eyes, handsome face with his even features. She can’t find a single flaw, really. He’s not model material, but he’s still extremely attractive.
Absolutely giant, but also very hot.
Giovanni—Johnny—is much shorter than Father Joseph knows from seeing him pick up the younger Corlioni children. He must be no more than five and a half feet tall.
For all that, he has size and presence. He’s not overly broad, but muscle shows easily under his shirt, from shoulders to wrists. Even his neck shows the muscle. His hands are slightly bigger than Joseph would think, but there’s a baseball plaque that includes Johnny’s name out in the sports trophy case.
He looks a bit like his brother Vito, though his features are slightly more refined—or would be if his nose hadn’t clearly been broken at some point. Unlike Vito, his hair has some wave to it, and it’s darker, black under the lights of the office. He moves with sheer confidence, not power but completely sure of himself. Father Joseph supposes the combination would make him attractive, especially since he doesn’t…look gay, or act it. He’s like any other man who’s stepped into this office, maybe more sure and definitely shorter than most of them, but otherwise just the same.
The first thing that Dennis notices is that Carlos’ wife—Lea—is small, especially compared to Carlos, who is almost six feet.
It’s not just that she’s short, though she is, probably only around five-three; she’s also thin, and she just seems…he thinks the word is delicate. Her long brown hair and large, expressive brown eyes only enhance that impression, and the fact that she’s wearing a sundress with plenty of soft colors, one that flatters her figure and shows off her shapely legs, seems to confirm the idea, one of utter femininity.
So he’s surprised when her handshake is firm and her gaze steady, and that’s when he notices the steely intelligence lurking in her eyes. She may be a pretty face, but he thinks she’s more than that, and it doesn’t surprise him at all when he notices her listening attentively to his and Carlos’ talk about business.
Alan’s first impression of Teresa Corlioni, when she arrives to direct the placement of her art in his gallery, is that she’s tiny. Her brother and manager, the one he dealt with to set up the show, is with her, and he only emphasizes how incredibly small Teresa is. She must be five feet tall.
She’s also, if he’s honest with himself, beautiful. She has a brilliant smile as she looks around the space, and her hair, chestnut brown, is wavy at the ends. It must be only there because of how heavy and thick it looks. Her brown eyes are wide and well-spaced, sparkling with what he assumes is excitement, her face heart-shaped, and she’s shapely under her pale pink blouse and black skirt that falls just above her knees. The pink emphasizes her tan skin, and the skirt, combined with black flats, makes her look just taller than she is.
She really should do a self-portrait. Based on her other portraits, it would be honest and real, and it would sell fabulously.
Kirsten knows who David Corlioni is, of course. She would have to be oblivious not to. She just didn’t expect him to be so…large. He may want to widen the doorways on whichever house he and his wife, Angela, buy.
There’s a scar on his hand, straight down and an inch wide, and another on his left cheek. His nose looks like it’s been broken and set at least once. That’s all strangely congruous with his size. Whether or not that’s because of his occupation, she can’t be sure.
Still, accounting for the scar and broken nose, he’s somewhat attractive. She would never be interested, but Angela clearly is, and Kirsten can see why, to an extent. He has what she might call puppy eyes if she were on a message board, his jaw is strong and square, and his slight stubble accentuates the way his cheeks and jaw fit together. His dark hair is thick and wavy, and Kirsten can almost imagine running her hands through it.
And then there’s the matter of the muscle. He’s built like a football player, with the sheer size and the muscle of a boxer on top of it. He carries himself like an athlete, too; she’s sold enough houses, condos, and penthouses to them to know. It’s an aggressive stance, daring someone to push him, and that usually means either an incredible ego or deep insecurity. With him, she’s betting both.
Sydney has Mr. Corlioni for algebra, and all her friends who had him first semester keep saying he’s a really good teacher, which is good, because she hates math and is going to need all the help she can get.
She can’t get over how tall he is, towering over the other teachers and even the tallest kids in the class. She knows a couple of the boys are six feet, and he’s still a few inches taller than even them. He’s also kind of cute in a geeky way—lanky, with brown hair and warm brown eyes, and he seems really friendly. Given all the various math-related comics hung up around the room, she’s pretty sure about that whole ‘geeky’ descriptor.
Maybe she’s actually going to like math this year.
Brooke first really wrangles with Leonardo in 2018. Her attempt in 2017 doesn’t count; it failed, plain and simple, and she hardly interacted with him, barely even spared him a glance.
She has another shot on a racketeering case that’s resulted in four of his siblings—Giovanni, David, Nicoletta, and Isabella—being arrested, and she gets to personally wrangle with him over bail.
Her initial impression is just that he’s…slimy. It’s something about his haughty expression, the way he carries himself, and who he represents in combination that makes her think that, and she strongly suspects she’s right even before they’re up. It’s probably because of his overpriced suit and shoes.
He only vaguely resembles any of his brothers, mostly in his dark hair, dark eyes, and olive-tinged skin, though he’s closer to sallow. He’s between the two he’s representing in height, she’d guess exactly in the middle, and he’s completely lacking in their muscle—thin, not remotely wiry. It wouldn’t kill him to hit the gym; even she makes time, and she probably works as hard as he does.
She badly wants to beat him just because of how much of a snobby scumbag he appears to be.
Elle was, of course, hired by Torey, which means she’s been meeting his siblings as she goes. She’s dealt with his and his brothers’ computers already, handling their software updates and new security systems no matter how much one of his brothers complained, and now she’s moving onto his sister.
The boyish assistant outside Nicoletta’s office waves her in after a moment, and Elle is stunned when she sees the woman standing beside the filing cabinet. Plainly speaking, she’s gorgeous. Her hair, thick and gold-blonde that can only be natural, falls to her waist in soft waves, and that’s only the start. For one thing, the gold of her hair sets off the natural-looking tan-ness of her skin. She seems tall, certainly taller than Elle, and her heels that look impossible to walk in only help the impression of power her height lends her. And her curves.
She has a small waist, but a great ass and frankly amazing boobs. Her legs, bare below the hem of her short dress, are in incredible shape, more than just walking in heels would cause, and her arms look strong, showing well because the dress is sleeveless. She’s the first one Elle has seen with a tattoo, an ornate, old-fashioned looking red ‘C’ with a silver dagger stabbed through it, a brown rosary hanging from the black hilt, its cross below the bottom of the letter, by the tip of the dagger. The artist did an amazing job. It’s on her bicep, and Elle feels sure Nicoletta isn’t the only one to have it.
Nicoletta looks over to her, and her face looks like a model’s, her clear blue eyes above high cheekbones and her lips plush. Elle feels like her heart stops.
Isabella is pretty, not just hot, T.J. thinks.
It might be the whiskey making him all philosophical—he always gets introspective when he drinks—but the distinction seems important. Sure, she is hot, thin, tall, naturally tan, and in great shape, with long legs and a decent rack, but she’s also pretty, which doesn’t always overlap. Her smile lights up her face, and when she laughs, her eyes—hazel, he thinks—sparkle with amusement. Her hair is brown, slightly wavy; it frames her face, and he notices that she doesn’t seem to be wearing any makeup. Definitely pretty.
She also handily kicked their asses at the drinking contest, which he thinks is pretty impressive. As he takes another drink, he wonders vaguely if she’s single.
Dahlia eyes the guy at the end of the bar contemplatively. She heard the bartender call him Stefano, and based on the idle chitchat she thinks he’s a firefighter, which is pretty hot. He’s not bad-looking—physically fit, obviously, if not overly built. He’s sitting, but she doesn’t think he’s very tall, which is fine—she’s barely five-three anyway. His face has a certain character, with dark brown eyes and, a large, wide nose, decent lips. He’s also got black hair and olive skin—which makes sense, given his name—and she’s thinking after she finishes her drink she’s going to go over and introduce herself. He looks like he could use a little company.
Darren has heard through the grapevine that Dr. Mina Corlioni is a total uptight snob, but he hasn’t actually gotten that impression so far. Sure, she’s totally professional, from her demeanor to her light brown hair in a tight bun to her pristine white lab coat and all the way down to her very sensible pumps, but she doesn’t look down on him in any way he can tell, and being an orderly, he knows what it looks like when a doctor is looking down on him.
She’s also very attractive, and he’s not entirely sure she knows it. Either that or she’s just really good at smoothly side-stepping the matter when patients try to flirt with her, but he’s pretty sure it’s the former.
And when she thanks him for his help, she seems perfectly sincere, if still all-business. He wonders if that’s where ‘snob’ came from, but it still doesn’t really seem all that fitting to him.
Wendy has to admit she’s not paying as much attention to her own workout as she is to one of the guys lifting weights. She saw him walk over, and while he’s not tall—maybe five-six or so?—she was impressed by how fit he looked and the size of his biceps, and she’s still impressed by how much he can bench.
He’s good-looking, too, with dark brown hair, a firm jaw, some stubble, and she likes the way he was joking around with his friend, obviously having a good time.
When he glances over at her, grinning, she blushes a little, knowing she’s been caught looking. His grin seems friendly, though, and she smiles when he makes his way over to her.
Gino’s brother Vito set up this date, and Kevin is pretty glad he did. Vito stressed that people think his brother his cute, that his brother plays soccer, and that his brother is generally a cool dude.
It’s a little early to judge the cool dude part of things, and the soccer can be easily confirmed, but Kevin can confirm for himself the cute aspect. He’s a sandy blond, just an inch or so shorter than Kevin’s five-eleven, and his blue eyes would best be called soulful. He’s definitely boyish, looks younger than twenty-two, and that probably helps make him seem sweeter and somehow more genuine. He looks a little uncomfortable and a little eager at the same time, and Kevin sort of thinks this date might end well for both of them.
There’s no other word for it, Amy thinks: Gina Sophia is adorable. She’s the newest hire, shy and sweet as can be, with shoulder-length wavy brown hair and big, expressive brown eyes, the cutest nose, and rosy cheeks, and Amy honestly doesn’t think she’s ever met anyone as adorable as she is before. She’s also small and thin, probably only around five-two, and when she smiles it’s downright infectious; Amy can’t help but occasionally think that she wouldn’t be out of place in a Disney cartoon. It’s impossible not to like her, and her sweetness is obviously not an act—she’s just so genuine. It’s a refreshing change of pace.
Evan is hired shortly after Cristina Corlioni is made president of Corlioni Enterprises. He meets with her on his second day.
She’s pretty. She’s not hot, but she’s definitely pretty. She’ll be good at this, the stubborn set to her mouth and jaw say as much, and part of winning people over will be that prettiness if she chooses to use it. Her hair is dark and straight, her forehead high and chin pointed, and her eyes a deep near-black. Her blouse is short-sleeved, and her muscle is clearly defined to the point that her shoulders could almost be counted as broad; he’d bet she works off her aggression at the gym, because the hardness in her eyes says she definitely has aggression. She’s on the taller side for a woman, not terribly so, but enough to be noticeable.
Altogether, if she wasn’t his boss, he might be tempted to ask her out.
They’ve just been introduced, and right away Travis is pretty sure he’s going to like working with Elisabetta. She’s very pretty, slender and blonde, with deep blue eyes, and it’s all the more striking given that she’s also pretty damn tall, only about an inch shorter than him—maybe five-ten. She’s also very quiet and thoughtful, and her eyes and smile are warm and comforting. It’s obvious that she’s excited about this job, about helping people, and seems to be radiating a general sort of good cheer that is understated and approachable, and that makes him like her all the more. He’s worked with too many jaded people.
Stephen should be ashamed to admit it, but the first thing he notices about his classmate, Eva Watson, is her ass.
It’s not entirely his fault, since she’s going ahead of him into their classroom, but it should have been her hair or height or something. Really, though, with an ass like that, what was he supposed to notice?
He does notice her hair right after, shining brown, curly, and down past her shoulders. She’s tall too, almost his height, which probably makes her five-eight. He makes a point of sitting beside her and notices her face and chest before her ring. Her face is nothing short of beautiful, widely-spaced brown eyes, a cute nose, a mouth made for kissing. Her chest is pretty decent, too. Based on looks alone, her husband—because that’s two rings, now that he’s paying attention—is a lucky man. Or maybe her wife is a lucky woman, whichever.
Adamo is cute, Patty thinks with a slightly wistful sigh; she’s just transferred, which kind of sucks, given it’s her senior year, and they sit next to each other in English. He’s been so nice, helping her out, and he has such soulful brown eyes, the kind you could stare into forever. His hair is thick and dark brown, and his lips are definitely kissable. He’s also in pretty damn good shape—he told her he likes to jog.
So of course it’s her luck that when she mentions her new crush to another new friend, Sally, she only starts laughing before sympathetically patting her on the arm and informing her that Adamo couldn’t be gayer if he tried.
Oh well, she thinks, snorting a little at herself. He’s still really cute.
The chick—Maya, she said her name is—is pretty damn hot. She’s thin and tanned, but it looks all natural, none of that nasty orange shit. Her boobs may be a little on the small side, but they definitely look perky—her shirt is low-cut enough that he can tell—and he can’t stop staring at the spot on her thigh where that tiny skirt comes to an end. Her legs are fantastic, and the heels are hot, at least four inches. It makes her almost as tall as him, and he’s five-eleven.
Her face is nice too, which is a relief, because he’s fucked too many women with hot bodies and fugly faces: large, brown eyes and full lips, and her hair, dark brown, is swept up in some fancy hairstyle. It’s not like he doesn’t know she’s slumming it from the way she carries herself, but that confirms it. It doesn’t matter, though, because that’s his favorite fucking type.