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LOG.
WHO: Simone St Pierre & Max Gonzalez.
WHERE: TEA Base.
WHEN: Saturday, June 7.
WHAT: Simone arrives in her fancy Corvette.
WARNINGS: N/A.
WHERE: TEA Base.
WHEN: Saturday, June 7.
WHAT: Simone arrives in her fancy Corvette.
WARNINGS: N/A.
It hadn't been Simone's plan to arrive on the very last day before Orientation Day but such was life. She could have hopped on a plane and just made her life easier, but there was no way she was trusting her baby to be shipped by freight for weeks or months.
Instead she had crossed the channel and driven as much as she could, day and night, to get to TEA. Now that she was on the actual base, she let herself slow down to take in the sights. With the shade down on her cherry red Corvette, she drew stares but that was alright.
Leisurely strolling back from the food hall, Max was enjoying a truly beautiful day off. In his arms, he balanced a tray full of provisions for his roommates: an espresso for Seb, a coffee with hazelnut creamer for Nellie, and a tropical smoothie with extra strawberries for himself. The sun was high, the air was crisp, and the Arctic Monkeys were blasting in his headphones — the day couldn’t get any better than this.
And then he saw one of the most beautiful cars he’d ever seen and stopped mid-stride, agog. Max prided himself on a near-encyclopedic knowledge of all the vehicles on base — not because he worked on them, but from a pure love of the game. This car was new, and it was breathtaking. Without a second thought, he pulled back his headphones, tucked the tray of drinks against his chest, and threw up a hand to signal the driver.
“She is gorgeous,” he declared, the words tumbling out of his mouth in excitement as soon as the car came to a stop.
It was always amazing to get compliments, especially when there was sincerity and enthusiasm behind it. As far as a first impression went, she knew that she was making a good one and confidence only further cemented and reinforced a positive outcome. She was going to manifest a good day if it killed her.
Simone grinned wide, pleased with herself, as she put Cerise into park in front of her latest admirer. She slid her shades above her head and introduced herself, "Hi. I'm Simone St Pierre. This is Cerise."
"Are you just being a typical boy or are you into cars?" Somehow she was guessing that it was the latter.
The sight of a beautiful woman in an equally beautiful car was a siren song to Max — he was far too distracted by Cerise to make the connection between the driver’s surname and the roommate currently awaiting a rapidly cooling espresso. His gaze swept over the Corvette with a mixture of appraisal and longing before snapping back to Simone, a warm smile spreading across his face.
“Máximo Gonzalez. Max. It is a pleasure to meet both of you.” Stepping closer to the edge of the curb, he extended his hand for a handshake. “I am very into cars, I more or less grew up in a garage. Mine’s red too, actually — a ‘71 Triumph Stag.”
"Non! A red stag? I've never seen one in person, and a '71 too." Max Gonzalex. Simone shook his hand. She was going to remember him (and his sweet ride). Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought that someone on base would be cool enough to have a vintage Mustang. Judging by her own experience getting Cerise onto the island, he must have been just as dedicated to his car as she was to hers.
She leaned forward and rested her arms over the open window sill of her car, as if Max's car would magically appear if she looked harder. Sadly, no such thing happened and she could only hope to see it at a later date. "Are you a mechanic? Or what do you call it here…innovator?"
“Yes, yes, an innovator is exactly the word!” Max practically vibrated with enthusiasm, internally revving up for a full monologue about his latest projects. “I primarily work with the gadgets the Wranglers use on missions — prototyping, repair, all of it. And you are one of the new interns, yes? Maybe—”
His bright eyes widened suddenly, and he started as the name finally clicked into place, nearly sloshing coffee over the rim of Nellie’s cup. “Wait, Simone St Pierre? Are you related to Sébastien St. Pierre?”
Instinctively, Simone made a face out of habit, in true little sister fashion. Everyone always knew the big brother first, but their social circles have been so far removed that she'd almost forgotten this pattern.
Her face smoothened out and the smile returned quickly with practice. She was going to make a good impression. Sibling rivalry can wait until she wasn't facing Max Gonzales, New Friend #1.
"Yes. Sébastien is my brother." she said through her teeth, hoping that this wasn't someone who either disliked her brother and would then have a perceived notion of her, or worse, someone his brother has had a relationship with. It was hard to tell sometimes.
Max, completely oblivious to any unease, barrelled on with unchecked excitement: “What are the odds! Seb is one of my roommates — actually, we were also roommates back when we were both interns, too. This espresso,” he paused, gesturing with a wide, warm smile to the smaller cup on the tray, “is actually for him. I’m just on my way back to our apartment now.”
The smile on Simone's face turned impish as a horrible (see: wonderful) idea blossomed in her mind. She patted the seat next to her, "Would you like a lift? I know the base isn't that big but I am headed that way too to find him."
“Would I?” Max’s grin widened, splitting his face. He was on the move before she responded, carefully maneuvering himself and the drink tray in the passenger seat. Once the tray was safe and secure on his lap, he gave Simone a warm, grateful look. “Thank you for this. This is the highlight of my year.”
He sounded as awed as he felt, gaze bouncing around the interior as he took in every detail.
"No, thank you. This will be amazing." Pleased beyond measure, Simone lowered her shades and set off. It was only the drinks in Max's lap that stopped her from showing off. Perhaps another time. For now, she will settle for fulfilling annoying little sister duties and surprising her big brother again.
Instead she had crossed the channel and driven as much as she could, day and night, to get to TEA. Now that she was on the actual base, she let herself slow down to take in the sights. With the shade down on her cherry red Corvette, she drew stares but that was alright.
Leisurely strolling back from the food hall, Max was enjoying a truly beautiful day off. In his arms, he balanced a tray full of provisions for his roommates: an espresso for Seb, a coffee with hazelnut creamer for Nellie, and a tropical smoothie with extra strawberries for himself. The sun was high, the air was crisp, and the Arctic Monkeys were blasting in his headphones — the day couldn’t get any better than this.
And then he saw one of the most beautiful cars he’d ever seen and stopped mid-stride, agog. Max prided himself on a near-encyclopedic knowledge of all the vehicles on base — not because he worked on them, but from a pure love of the game. This car was new, and it was breathtaking. Without a second thought, he pulled back his headphones, tucked the tray of drinks against his chest, and threw up a hand to signal the driver.
“She is gorgeous,” he declared, the words tumbling out of his mouth in excitement as soon as the car came to a stop.
It was always amazing to get compliments, especially when there was sincerity and enthusiasm behind it. As far as a first impression went, she knew that she was making a good one and confidence only further cemented and reinforced a positive outcome. She was going to manifest a good day if it killed her.
Simone grinned wide, pleased with herself, as she put Cerise into park in front of her latest admirer. She slid her shades above her head and introduced herself, "Hi. I'm Simone St Pierre. This is Cerise."
"Are you just being a typical boy or are you into cars?" Somehow she was guessing that it was the latter.
The sight of a beautiful woman in an equally beautiful car was a siren song to Max — he was far too distracted by Cerise to make the connection between the driver’s surname and the roommate currently awaiting a rapidly cooling espresso. His gaze swept over the Corvette with a mixture of appraisal and longing before snapping back to Simone, a warm smile spreading across his face.
“Máximo Gonzalez. Max. It is a pleasure to meet both of you.” Stepping closer to the edge of the curb, he extended his hand for a handshake. “I am very into cars, I more or less grew up in a garage. Mine’s red too, actually — a ‘71 Triumph Stag.”
"Non! A red stag? I've never seen one in person, and a '71 too." Max Gonzalex. Simone shook his hand. She was going to remember him (and his sweet ride). Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought that someone on base would be cool enough to have a vintage Mustang. Judging by her own experience getting Cerise onto the island, he must have been just as dedicated to his car as she was to hers.
She leaned forward and rested her arms over the open window sill of her car, as if Max's car would magically appear if she looked harder. Sadly, no such thing happened and she could only hope to see it at a later date. "Are you a mechanic? Or what do you call it here…innovator?"
“Yes, yes, an innovator is exactly the word!” Max practically vibrated with enthusiasm, internally revving up for a full monologue about his latest projects. “I primarily work with the gadgets the Wranglers use on missions — prototyping, repair, all of it. And you are one of the new interns, yes? Maybe—”
His bright eyes widened suddenly, and he started as the name finally clicked into place, nearly sloshing coffee over the rim of Nellie’s cup. “Wait, Simone St Pierre? Are you related to Sébastien St. Pierre?”
Instinctively, Simone made a face out of habit, in true little sister fashion. Everyone always knew the big brother first, but their social circles have been so far removed that she'd almost forgotten this pattern.
Her face smoothened out and the smile returned quickly with practice. She was going to make a good impression. Sibling rivalry can wait until she wasn't facing Max Gonzales, New Friend #1.
"Yes. Sébastien is my brother." she said through her teeth, hoping that this wasn't someone who either disliked her brother and would then have a perceived notion of her, or worse, someone his brother has had a relationship with. It was hard to tell sometimes.
Max, completely oblivious to any unease, barrelled on with unchecked excitement: “What are the odds! Seb is one of my roommates — actually, we were also roommates back when we were both interns, too. This espresso,” he paused, gesturing with a wide, warm smile to the smaller cup on the tray, “is actually for him. I’m just on my way back to our apartment now.”
The smile on Simone's face turned impish as a horrible (see: wonderful) idea blossomed in her mind. She patted the seat next to her, "Would you like a lift? I know the base isn't that big but I am headed that way too to find him."
“Would I?” Max’s grin widened, splitting his face. He was on the move before she responded, carefully maneuvering himself and the drink tray in the passenger seat. Once the tray was safe and secure on his lap, he gave Simone a warm, grateful look. “Thank you for this. This is the highlight of my year.”
He sounded as awed as he felt, gaze bouncing around the interior as he took in every detail.
"No, thank you. This will be amazing." Pleased beyond measure, Simone lowered her shades and set off. It was only the drinks in Max's lap that stopped her from showing off. Perhaps another time. For now, she will settle for fulfilling annoying little sister duties and surprising her big brother again.
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