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lunch at Archibald's

Title: lunch at Archibald's
Fandom: Gossip Girl
From: lynethe
To: eugeart
Pairing: Nate / Jenny

Noviaaaaaaaaaaaa, Here I bring you your gift, a touch back and a bad touch, but done with love.
cost me, you know? More than I thought because Jenny did not want to honestly tell me and Nate do not understand, but he did what he could and I really hope very much that you like:)

Lunch Archibald's
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- Twenty-seven minutes, Archibald.

The voice that comes from the other side of the counter is lively and playful, but in his little joke was true strokes guess impatience. Nate let out a snort (which claims to be tired, but he does only half), followed by a giggle and a theatrical gesture toward the handle of the oven, showing how increasing fire from the stove.

- In a short while, my lady. In less than you think you can be back on the active life, with the satisfaction of taking the time to try one of the most delicious food. Jenny

away just the sight of the clock-not hide his laughter.

- Modesty aside, is not it?

- People born with talent does not need that, you know? It makes no sense. Humphrey

She laughs clean. ;

is the noon on a Monday, the first since Nate began to stay as temporary guest in the house in the suburbs, and now he should be studying. Or playing soccer. Lunch in a cafe, doing some research at the library, which is less than what he is doing now and that is to usurp a kitchen that does not belong, no one food that gave him permission to play, to feed a blond girl and huge eyes that not even asked you

How well has been completed? Not insurance. He knows that he was on his way out when he ran with it. Or, rather, with a blurry trail in which the guessed it, sprinting from side to side of the house ... 20000000-1 - approximate number of papers in hand, along with a couple of wallets and cell phone constantly on, constantly between his shoulder and ear. And he had said "Take a break, make you eat," knowing that so ruined part of his plans for the evening and was in line to work haunted by the time limit

- Twenty minutes, Archibald. I can not be late for my meeting.

- Is this how you pay for a friend? Does it hurt the chef at work?

- When chef? - Jenny funny question, while it is close to where he is, Nate Archibald, a millionaire heir to an empire, "" born to be a chef?

- believe it or not. And, you know, that joke would be more funny if my "empire millionaire" was bigger than the sofa in your living room.

Jenny shrugs and mutters something like "I guess so," while agile movements around the table, ending face to face with the "daily special".

- I'm cooking it, "informs Nate, with the air of a wiseacre.

- I'll help.

- And let it ruin? -Jokes-for nothing.

- Do you prefer to remind you again take care of the time?

- Put on an apron.

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there anything different about her. Nate remembers clearly the first year girl, shy and smiling, eager for popularity and in a moment of despair had come to him for money and support, and is very different which now stands behind him, glancing over his shoulder curiously their actions.

This dress better, perhaps, is another cut and color hair and more makeup, but something else. Something much more intangible, but no less obvious, something like strength, and elegance, as the lack of need for approval, the security that is right and best and that nothing can go wrong. This Jenny is ... older.

- Well, well, I understand, "he says with disgust false-Are you going to stop playing the pan now? Or do I have to take another seminar first?

- prefer the latter, in fact, but ...

And before he can say anything, the have-not sure how-front, occupying the space between the furnace Ely before and in itself was absurd.

- Well, see, how are you supposed to do this? She asks, tilting her head touching his chest atrásy blond locks.

is rare. As time seems to expand as he suddenly sidewalk just a little more, and puts his hands on it, to tell you what to do. Supposedly.

He talks. Is quite sure that you're talking about, feel your mouth move, but has not the faintest idea what you are saying and honestly expected to be nothing wrong or stupid because they do not is able to start paying attention soon. I could kiss her. At that moment, you could lean a bit while still talking, continue your have to beat it for a couple of minutes and then when you feel the dough begins to get thick ... and , bam!, kiss her right there no one sees it coming. Is not the most chivalrous to do or the most ethical, not as reasonable considering that the only part of your brain that seems to work is telling you is small , is the sister of your friend, you live is your home. But it could, want to and end once the torture whore ...

- We!

both are surprised by the cry at the door and separate, jumping back as if the body of another was coal burning. Jenny rushes toward the table, like a gazelle, and Nate again its position on the oven, deep breathing, trying to remain serious.

- Hey, guys, greets Rufus, cheerful, appearing for the threshold-Nate, good?

- Perfect, "replied Nate hissed.

Dan appears and greets seconds later, carrying a pile of grocery bags and watching the scene in odd ways.

- Do you cook? - Ask first, looking at Nate.

- As the gods.

then turns to the table that is Jenny.

- Is not working? Little Humphrey

eyes wide open, and the last I heard of it is "Shit!", as it crosses the threshold of his home.