Secret sins {Beowulf}

[Guinevere "Gwen" Whittingham]

She grinned more than happy to talk about her project. “ I’m hoping it would work out. If it does …I may be able to program them to do almost anything…could have medical applications…might even be able to figure out how to provide a neural link. But that’s getting way ahead of myself. Might not even happen in my lifetime. “ She smiled obviously excited about her work and research. But she knew that she had a tendency to bore others when she continued to ramble on about it.


She smiled “that’s really kind of you. Were you able to help?” She replied. She hadn’t really pegged him for the sweet big brother type but of course he wasn’t really the most forthcoming being. She was pretty sure he had something about him that was just a little off . things didn’t add up with him. Gwen was the type of person to go into a puzzle. It probably wouldn’t be long until she’d be doing research on the man…maybe hack into some classified databases to find out more . there likely wasn’t any system that she couldn’t’ get into. Firewalls weren’t really built to keep out technophiles.

She was a little surprised when he said he had a son. “ oh you have a son…how old is he? “ She sort of realized that she really didn’t know much about the man at all. For a moment she’d started to wonder if maybe he had a wife or girlfriend to go along with his son?...that would be a …disappointment. Especially since she had a quite bit of an attraction to the man. Unlike her mother she would actually feel bad for sleeping with a married man. Though something about him seemed that he wasn’t really that type. She knew he his hiding something…she knew there had to be some serious secrets surrounding him.

She shook her head when he asked her if she had plans for the night. “ not really… I didn’t have any plans until you called me. I’d just work on my project. Maybe take a walk around the park later. Maybe start drawing up plans for a new project. Sounds dull I know. “ she said with a smile. Yes for the most part her life was pretty boring in most people’s eyes. Though for her building nanotechnology was a pretty exciting prospect. But meeting up with Beowulf was definitely a bonus to her day. She was more than happy to be having lunch with him. Especially as she’d never expected him to actually contact her again. The woman could be a bit of a loner in away sometimes. Her work didn’t really require much interaction with other people…which is probably why her best friend was basically her mom. Not that she could really complain. Her mother was probably the only thing keeping her from being a complete tech geek. Though Gwen did have her own little sense of adventure. When she really wanted she’d pack up and just go somewhere on a whim. If she had an opportunity to do something new she didn’t hesitate for a moment. “ Do you have any plans tonight? “ She asked him. She was enjoying talking to him. It was nice.

[Beowulf Mustafa]

She continued to speak and though Beowulf didn’t fully comprehend what she was convening, the man just gave a slight nod as if he was listening - which he was, he just didn’t really understand per se. Technology was in his range but what she was talking about was out of range for him. “It could if you are persistent.” He replied, just giving her some confidence. One shouldn’t give away their dream because they were full of themselves or thought they couldn’t achieve it. Anything was reachable, sometimes it was tricky so you had to use your brain to reach the goal. At least to Beowulf, everything was obtainable. One just had to find the means to get it. Like Beowulf here; he wanted to be successful - and he was, just not the way he wanted but he wasn’t picky. He had a son and that was all he needed. A son, a good paying job to pay for his college… Yeah, he was good.

Was he able to help? Beowulf sighed through his nostrils a bit. His son was hurt but… He’d live. “Moderately. It is up to him as well.” Beowulf could only do so much to make him feel better. It was up to Destan to… Drop the grudge and toss those feelings out of the window; open himself up again to someone else, someone to replace the bad. As he spoke about his son being the only family he had, she looked surprised yet a little… Disappointed? Beowulf tilted his head to the side a bit, his blue eyes still looking at her. “He is twenty.” So… The guy looked in his early thirties at best and he had a twenty year old son… Ah, teenage drama and love. It never works out. Never.

When she spoke, Beowulf took a few sips of his water; listening. He shrugged at her words as he put the glass back down. Boredom was only in the eyes of the beholder, much like beauty was. Beowulf was very relaxed so he was usually never bored, even when doing nothing at all. Silence; it was a gift in the big city, even at night. “Shower. Sleep.” Those were Beowulf’s plans for tonight. He didn’t have anything to do so that was all he had to look forward too… And the television as well… Maybe a snack… But then again he wasn’t one to go into huge detail like that; even if it wasn’t important facts in his life. “No real plans.” He spoke. When the food arrived, Beowulf looked down at his food before glancing up at her. “You have any ideas or plans now that I am here?” The biggest sentence he used thus far. Congratulations. You made him speak more.

[Guinevere "Gwen" Whittingham]

She smiled at his statement. It was nice of him to be encouraging. Just add that to the list of things that were drawing her interest in him. “I do tend to be persistent…not to mention I’m amazing at what I do so who knows ?” She said with a playful smirk. She really wasn’t one with a huge ego…she wasn’t really insecure about her abilities either though. “ how about your work? How long have you been a translator? Eh she was more interested in learning more about Beowulf than talking about herself.

So he had a 20 year old son… interesting.“Young dad?” She said. Beowulf definitely didn’t look like a man in his forties. Not that she had much of a problem with older men. He just didn’t seem quite that old...especially with his body. His overly well cut and clean well packed form almost made her a little self-conscious about her own. Almost…but Gwen didn’t have much time for being self-conscious…she was far too concerned and curious with the man in front of her. “So…um…single father or are you married?” She asked not holding the question back. Hopefully he wasn’t going around sleeping with women while married…unless he was in some kind of open relationship…but still, it would be a major turn off for the woman. She didn’t much care for what little trust she had to be violated.


She smiled almost instantly when he asked her if she had any ideas now that he was there. She took that as a hint that he was interested in being around her. Which, well pretty much made her day. IT probably wasn’t hard for him to guess that she was interested in him. She couldn’t really stop looking up at him and smiling softly when she did. Not that she was head over heels for the man or anything. Just…very very interested , and very very attracted. “ Not yet but I would love to make some with you. Maybe we could take that walk together…or watch a movie if you feel like relaxing. I’m quite literally up for anything. ”She was kind of giving a hint that she’d like to spend time with him. She really didn’t have anything specific in mind. They’d eaten lunch but she didn’t really care to end the little reunion yet personally. She’d be happy to spend the rest of the day and even night around the man.

[Beowulf Mustafa]

She was smart and with brains along with persistence, she could do it. He did, and it wasn’t anything to do with math but with the body and soul. Beowulf may have some words to say but that didn’t mean he said them. In fact he remained the opposite; quiet. Like usual. As for his work, he shrugged, though like usual; his answers were usually short, sweet, and to the point. “Years.” He didn’t specify how many, just made a well-rounded bland statement. Years. Five years? Fifteen? Who knows, he didn’t say. Though wasn’t that what she liked about him? Somewhat mysterious and such? didn’t matter to him.

The subject changed and he didn’t mind. If someone crossed their boundaries, he’d merely and simply just not answer. Why should he? There was no knife to his throat. Beowulf couldn’t be forced to do anything that he didn’t want to, really. Young father, the man nodded; agreeing with her. He was young. Sixteen probably, when he had Destan. It was a mistake but he didn’t regret it. His son was his world. Probably the only thing on the planet that Beowulf cared more than anything else. “Single. No woman.” He was going to show her his hand but just because he didn’t have a ring didn’t mean he wasn’t dating, so he replied with that. Single and wasn’t seeing any other woman. Though hopefully she got the latter part. “You? Kids? Man?” Right back at her. He was curious though tried not to show it. Maybe his eyes gave it away but he tried not to.

Now as for what else to do, he wanted to know. Were they going to do something else after dinner here or just go their separate ways? Movie or a walk? Beowulf tilted his head to the side sharply, like how a dog would when they heard a weird sound. “A movie?” Did he know what it was? Yes. Was he really interested in that stuff? No. “Walking… Sounds good.” He said before taking a few bites of his food since it arrived and he was ignoring it for the most part. Walking was relaxing to him too, and Beowulf, being the active person he was, would rather not sit down for long unless it was utterly needed. The man obviously needed to be active and do something… Whatever it was; just moving around.

[Guinevere "Gwen" Whittingham]

She was very relieved to hear that he was single. Honestly it showed all over her face. Ok, she wasn’t specifically saying that she was looking to jump into a relationship with the man…but she did like him and she definitely would like to get to know him more, that was all going to end if he turned out to be some sleazy married guy.. It would have totally took away from the sexy stranger mystique that continued to attract her to him. If it were just for the way that he spoke…but there was just something about him. She wanted to figure it out. Some areas just didn’t match up and the woman loved solving a puzzle.


Gwen almost laughed at his question about her having a man or kids. Yea…her life wasn’t that exciting. “No, not at all. I’m completely and utterly single 32 year old woman. No kids, only family I have alive is my mother. “ She replied to this question about her having anyone or any kids. Nope he was pretty much the second guy she’d ever been with and that was in a pretty long while. Her life was a bit too centered on her work to focus on a relationship and her last one didn’t really last that long anyway. She was never really that concerned about the whole having a family thing. Her dream was just to live a life full of adventures instead of being chained to her desk all of the time. Sure she was all for whirlwind romances if they came along but whatever…she was just taking life as it came for now.


He agreed to take a walk with her. “How about the boardwalk…it’s not that far from here? “ she replied and went back to eating more of her food. She was a bit of a foodie…if it tasted the least bit palatable she was a happy woman. She was looking forward to spending the evening with the man. Maybe she could learn more about him. Put some more of those puzzle pieces together. …find out what’s behind those stunning blue eyes of his. Her eyes did shift to looking at his for a moment…then down to his rather reluctant lips…she couldn’t help but remember for a moment his kissing her...her thoughs wandered for a moment as a small smile and blush touched her face as she looked away and finished her meal. “ are you ready to head out? “ she asked him smiling softly and rather pleasant.

[Beowulf Mustafa]

i'm like a dog on a leash

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Beowulf took note in her facade... Now happier it seemed to be, which was odd according to him so the man arched a brow and looked moderately confused. Was it something he said? What? His eyes shifted from her facade to the side around them, though his head moved not – he was just looking around to see if she was looking more relieved at something other than him... However it didn't appear to be so. So he mentally shrugged it off. As for her though he was mildly curious and mostly didn't fully care, he knew that he needed to keep up the conversation, albeit it might be small talk, at least it was something. When she spoke, he blinked a few times. Thirty two? She looked much younger than that, he'd tell you what. “You look younger.” He casually spoke. The man had no problem swallowing his words and minding his tongue; which included giving out more information than was needed and desired. Some information would include that he didn't have any family left, or well his biological ones... His adoptive were basically gone forever, so all he had was his son and the occasional visit from his ex, who seemed to be more alive than he wished for.

Movie or a walk, it was clear where his ideal lied. It was with walking. So, the mysterious translator liked moving around and not sitting down? Very much so. “Okay...” He spoke, saying very little once again. He wasn't much of a big talker anyways so this didn't necessarily kill it for him. Plus the food had arrived and his one-word reply answered her questioned so now they can focus on their food and finally eat. He was done before she was but he was a gentleman in a sense and waited – though nonchalantly occupied himself and snacked on some of the bread that was there in a basket. He awaited for her to either get a 'doggy-bag' carry-out or just finish her food; whatever.... He wasn't rushing her, the man had no need to do such an act. However she seemed to ea a decent portion and seemed to be content enough to ask him if he was ready. Glancing back up from his napkin to her eyes, the man nodded before pulling out his wallet.

He held up his hand as if silently saying 'don't worry about it'. He even gave that little hand gesture as well – a soft variation of it before giving the waiter a card and then signing a paper. Yup; he paid their meal. The man didn't need to but he did it anyways. Standing up, no need for a take-home box, Beowulf pushed his chair back in and waited for her to re-collect herself before he stared walking off. The man had some, not a lot, but some curtsey, so he did open the door for himself as well as for her. He knew where the boardwalk is and it indeed wasn't far like she said. However, he wasn't going to fully lead the way. They can walk side by side with no problems. “Enjoy the food?” There goes the small talk again. No, the man could conversant quite well, he just chose not to. In Beowulf's mind – why speak more than you should when a few words clearly said just enough as the lot of those words did?

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[Guinevere "Gwen" Whittingham]

She couldn’t’ help but to be a little happy that he was in fact single and not some married guy out on a tryst. It meant there might be a little hope for something. Not that she was trying to get into a relationship with him, not that she was completely against the idea, but …maybe it was just that their little fling could carry on a little further? Maybe not, but still…it was nice to know . She was a little surprised when he said she didn’t look 32. She’d felt as if she looked old since she turned 26…though that was probably because her mother perpetually looked like a 26 year old woman. When your mother looked younger than you …it could feel a little weird. Though she had no idea how old her mother really was…and when she asked she just got a cryptic answer. “Really?” She smiled and blushed quite a bit. “ guess I inherited a bit of my mother’s good genes then.” She blushed a little more before looking away to calm the warm feeling in her face.

They continued to talk a bit more. Well she did most of the talking but Beowulf contributed. That was more than enough. They finally decided on something to do after thy ate. She finished her food before she  asked him if he was ready . She was going to pay for her food but he offered to pay for her. Maybe this was a date then? Or maybe he was just a nice guy. Honestly, she still wasn’t completely sure. She definitely had a mixed signal from him.



She followed him out of the door as they started towards the board walk. “It was great. I haven’t been to such an expensive restaurant since I was a kid. Almost reminds me of a place that we went to London back when I lived in wales. “ her dad was a jerk but he was a rather rich jerk. Money was never a problem in her home until her mom took her and ran away from the man. She didn’t fuss or anything when her mother took her from her rather luxurious life. Honestly, she didn’t care. The only thing that she missed was how much they’d traveled in the past…though they were kind of on a new adventure…even if her dad wasn’t included. Gwen didn’t even know how abusive her father was before then. She didn’t see it first hand until he tried to kill her mother in front of her. Gwen did tend to avoid talking about her father directly though… after all she was the one who ended the man’s life.

She walked at a somewhat close distance to the man…not invading too much of his personal space…but close enough that if he had the sudden urge to put an arm around her he could. Not that she remotely that he was going to do something like that. Honestly, she’d probably find it weird and uncomfortable. ” I’m glad that you called me… I know that a lot of guys might have been worried that a woman might misinterpret things especially since we slept together at the hotel. Trust me…I’m not the clingy weird type, but it’s really nice being around you,. Something about you I just like. You’re someone who I’d like to keep as a friend… not that I’m saying I would only ever want you as a friend…because I’m very very open to other options… once again… my mouth is running ahead of my mind. “ She wasn’t really the type of woman that you had to wonder for long as to what she was thinking. She also was the type to consider someone a friend rather quickly and easily. Though she really wasn’t opposed to the idea of exploring something more than friendship with the man it was more than obvious that she had a crush on him and she wasn’t even trying to hide it. Still, she figured that this wasn’t a real date…though to some extent she wasn’t completely sure. She had a few mixed signals…most times when she was invited to a prestigious restaurant it’s for more than just a rendezvous…though with his manner she was pretty sure this was just a mid-day lunch between acquaintances. Then again she had trouble interpreting his mannerisms. He was still extremely mysterious and quiet. The more she asked the more questions she seemed to have. “Are you going on any more adventures around the world any time soon?” She asked him. This was her way of making small talk now to take away from the awkward sense of what she’d said before.

[Beowulf Mustafa]

i'm like a dog on a leash

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She inherited a bit of her mother's good genes? Beowulf tilted his head, jaw tensed a bit; trying to resist the urge to correct her. However, it didn't happen. "Most of." Most of her mothers genetics, then. Since all children were half of their mother and half of their father more or less. Guess she got more if her mother retained her youth like she did. "Her genes." He finally added on after a little long of a pause so to speak. She knew he wasn't one to talk much, in fact he kept to himself quite often. Mysterious, maybe. But that was what Beowulf was. The man kept to himself for obvious reasons and most people assumed it was because he didn't have a family and his 'girlfriend' was long gone, leaving him responsibility with a son that's in college - after a much heated court battle over him. Though that was just an ounce of it, that wasn't the sole reason why he was quiet.

Once they were done with the food, Beowulf took out his card and paid for the meal. Generous man, huh? Or did he want something after this? He gave no signal nor indication of baring to the latter, so so far he just seemed like the nice, silent type. He did have more money than he knew what to do with so this was nothing. Once paid, the man stood up and with her, the two walked on outside on the sidewalk; heading towards the boardwalk. He very much preferred a walk over sitting down some more. Beowulf was an active man after all so this suited him much more than not. Small talk... It was either that or silence and he knew she probably would like to converse, so he said something.

Expensive? Beowulf blinked a bit, glancing at her with a slightly confused look before returning his gaze to where he walked. "We can go to... Expensive place later." Meaning in his mind that was petty change. "Wear dress." Something extravagant. If she thought that was expensive, he'd show her what true expensive was. Couple hundred for a few bites of food. Now that was expensive. Though then again, he probably gave her some more mixed signals with that, alright. Taking her out to some place that was more fancy and expensive - and told her to wear a dress? Well then, he was mysterious after all.

As they continued to walk, Beowulf blinked a little bit rapid when she spoke, as if he didn't believe what he was hearing. Lips parted a bit and he retained that slightly befuddled expression that she saw once before. "Friends work..." He felt awkward. The man didn't know what exactly to say. He stayed silent for a bit until he walked on the wooden planks of the near empty boardwalk. What else was there to say to her? Swallowing and after quite a long pause, he added on, "Okay..." To what? The whole lot'a information to take in? Probably. As for what she just said now, Beowulf shrugged. Was he going on any adventures around the world soon? Quite frankly, a few, yes. "Yes. A few." Didn't specify the numbers, say when, where, or for how long. Once again; withdrawing information and keeping it mysterious.

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[Guinevere "Gwen" Whittingham]

She chuckled a little at his statement…“I was just talking about the ones that make her look young and gorgeous.” She chuckled a bit. “ but yes I have half of her gametic and autosomal DNA as well as all of her mitochondrial DNA, if you want to be mister technical.” She said with a bit of a chuckle. Yes, her nerd was once again showing…it wouldn’t be the last time. He picked up the check and they headed out for their walk. She was happy with the walk. A movie wouldn’t have allowd her to talk to him and try to get more information out of him…which was honestly a very difficult task. It was even more difficult with the added complication of trying to figure out what she was to him. A friend ...potential lover…friends with benefits…potential extended one night stand. She’d really be fine with any of the options …just just needed to know which one it was. Though…simply being a friend was probably her least favorite possibility, but she’d take it nonetheless.


If the woman wasn’t confused before she was even more confused now.”oh ok.” She said trying to figure out this man. Usually she was a bit better at figuring people out but really, Beowulf had her going in circles. As she walked beside him she kept a somewhat close distance so that if he wanted her closer he could easily slip and arm around her, or touch her lower back as they walked…if not they could stay the same distance. She figured that might be a hint as to what his thoughts were concerning her.


Eventiually she couldn’t really take it anymore and she'd Let her mind and more-so her mouth run away with her and it took her down a road that she hadn’t meant to take. Though when she got his answer she felt like it finally cleared things up there. "Oh ok...so only friends...nothing else maybe?" she replied with a bit of disappointment there but it faded quickly and was replaced with a smile. So he just wanted to be friends e take her to gourmet restaurants . Their one night stand was just that and not something that he ever was interested in repeating. ..which she could understand sometimes guys just liked to enter a territory once before moving on to find another. One to conquer. She would be fine with that too. Disappointed but she’d survive well enough. “so where are you headed? Hopefully you won't run into another clumsy girl who spills drinks on you. ". She loved how mysterious he was. The only thing she loved more than a mystery was solving that mystery. “ so what is the plan for later tonight?” She asked him…wanting to get further away from that awkward moment from before.

[Beowulf Mustafa]

When she went on a nerd mode about DNA and stuff, Beowulf just blinked at her blankly. Yeah he didn't get part of what she said but he took the key words and just nodded; understanding her to a point. When the check arrived, Beowulf paid for it with some plastic. It wasn't bad. He had stuff that was way more expensive than this plus he had millions to spend – though obviously didn't look like he did. Not like people needed to know about that. As they got up he told her he would take her to a more expensive place to basically prove her wrong in his mind and on the outside to show her that he could be quite the gentleman. After all, appearances were meant to be kept up with to avoid suspicion.

As they walked outside, heading to the marina she opened up to him more than he would have liked to hear. Sure, he was interested in her, but the man didn't act. Why? He didn't feel the need to... Ruin a friendship all because he tried to have something more than a one-night stand. “For now...” Was all he said. He didn't want to give unnecessary hope and he didn't want to really fall for her further than he already was, so he just said that.

Walking alongside her, they probably walked or a mile before he turned down a very shady alleyway and soon, a small little park then bam, a parking lot then the golden sands of the beach. Walking on the sands, they soon walked on one of the docks there; abandoned to the owners but not to everyone else – using it as a diving board and a meeting spot – like Beowulf was using right now. “Beauty.” He spoke, stopping at the edge of the docks and looking at the sunset over the horizon. Looking over at her and scanning her over, Beowulf looked back at the horizon, hoping he didn't see him look at her when he said that word. “Remember? Movie.” He spoke with a shrug. His fingers inched towards hers but quickly went back to his side. Refrain... That was what he was doing right now. And resisting... Though his jaw was tensed.

[Guinevere "Gwen" Whittingham]

GEt the woman talking about science she wouldn't stop without having to do a self check. She wasn't one to talk unless provoked but once she'd started she really wouldn't' stop. She enjoyed waling with him. Shed accepted that he just wanted to have a friend ship...but then he proceeded to add another statement. That simply added more confusion to her. For now....that had some rather dangerous implications in her mind. I meant there was something there...it pretty much placed her right back where she was at the beginning...as confused , hopeful and hopeless as ever.

She'd noticed his hand moving towards hers. She wondered why he was hesitsting.The woman could be a little observant at times. the mystery around him drove her insane...which was probably why it was such a turn on for the woman. She could never read into his actions or even his eyes seemed to tell different stories. She reached over and slipped her fingers into his. Maybe she was being bold. Maybe some could even say aggressive , especially after he'd said that they'd just be friends but...something in her couldn't really help it. unset is stunning". Did she notice him looking at her. Maybe she had...she might be easiy confused but she wasn't oblivious to her surroundings. The warmth of his hand in her own did cause her heart to be a little faster.

their plans had managed to slip her mind so she asked for clarification once more. "ok, theater or...back at my place?" she asked him. While going to a theater full of people was nice, it was also nice when she could be in her own home and not have to worry about getting to emotional during a movie and causing the screen to black out. That happened more times than she'd really like to admit.
"though, Im still going to hold you to that truly elegant date that you'd mentioned one day. when I say date I mean...as friends...like you said. " She added that last part on there awkwardly... and only half sincerely. If hew as going to confuse her with mixed signals...she could do the same...well she couldn't really . If anyone even could look at her eyes ore hear her heart beat they'd see right through her. She was obviously infatuated with the man...not to mention intrigued. She was mysterious herself in some ways but her heart was as clear as the waning sunlight.

[Beowulf Mustafa]

Resisting. It was something he was good at but with some things he struggled. He was a man of power and thrived to be respected. Thrived to be the top dog, to have no limits… To get what he wanted. What he wanted now was her. To grab her hand, pull her close to him, to feel her warmth. It was a sudden impulse, but one he was resisting as much as he could. However, she inched her hand towards his and slipped her fingers through his. When he felt her hand in his he tightened his hand and released a small sigh before pulling her towards him. “Yours.” It would have been the theater, but he was feeling a little… Weird with her. Relaxed weird.

When she spoke about that date that he promised he rested his chin on top of her head for a moment before calmly replying to her words a few moments later, “I know.” That was to both of her statements. However, did she know? Who knew. “Lead the way.” After they watched the sunset a bit more, they walked back the way they came. After some time, they got to her place and went inside. Beowulf didn’t make a move. He already did more than he wished to do so he was dimming it down some. “Water… Please.”

[Guinevere "Gwen" Whittingham]

He seemed to be holding something back, but she didn’t. She placed her hand in his when she noticed him moving towards hers. The next thing that she knew she was in his arms. She closed her eyes at the feeling of his warmth wrapped around her. Mixed signals were probably a bit of an overstatement to describe what he was getting from Beowulf. He said he wanted to be friends…yet treated her in a somewhat different manner. Not to mentioned he left a bit of a hang clause there. The way he was holding her certainly suggested that he was interested in more than just a simple friendship. Though his words still said something different.

She lead him to her home and was more than happy to have an opportunity to spend more time with him. She wasn’t expecting anything to happen of course, but she couldn’t really read anything with Beowulf. He was always a mystery…and unfortunately for her that only attracted her more to him. There was always some danger with mysteries…and much like her mother she had a penchant for trouble. Gwen smiled and quickly went to the sink and got some water from the filter . She offered it to him in a glass. She turned on the TV mentally without thinking before she realized. “guess I sat on the remote” She said before trying to subtly reach over to the side of the couch to get the remote . “ anything specific that you’d like to watch?” She asked him Moving a little bit closer to him. Just enough that she could feel his warmth by her . Well he might have been rather blurry with his feelings towards her but she had nothing to hide. She liked him…however she could have him. While she was interested in having him as more than a friend…she’d take whatever he was offering. Though her attraction towards him was anything but inconspicuous.

[Beowulf Mustafa]

Walking never hurt anyone. Cardio was a good thing, even more to an assassin like himself whom needed to be in shape every single day of the year. Despite his age, he was well-built. Had to, anyway. After all, it was his job and way of life, so he didn’t mind walking to her house. Once they got to her house, he awaited the invitation before walking inside. Water was good enough than anything. He would like something a little classier but he didn’t want to lose his control or anything of the sort, so water would suffice. So he sat down and awaited his glass of water, hoping that there wasn’t any ice in it. If there was, no biggie, he didn’t really give a crap.

When she spoke, Beowulf shrugged. It didn’t really matter. Taking his glass of water he took a few sips before reaching forward – grabbing one of the coasters not too far off and moving it closer to him so that he could put his glass on it and not on her table. Ah, manners and common sense; he sure had it. As for what to watch, Beowulf shrugged, “Something mysterious?” He questioned, looking over to her. She seemed to like and enjoy mysterious things. On the other hand, Beowulf didn’t really mind watching anything. As long as it wasn’t any chick flicks or comedy – half the time he didn’t find it funny at all.

[Guinevere "Gwen" Whittingham]

Gwen enjoyed the walk with him. evne though it lft her more confused than ever before. Coming home with him made her smile…just having him around she couldn’t stop smiling…then again she almost always had that soft smile on her face so it might have just been in her mind …or maybe it was her heart that seemed to be at a steady but faster beat than normal. “ maybe we can just watch you then if you want a mystery” she said with a bit of a smile…maybe she was flirting a bit. She wasn’t really a professional at flirting honestly she just rather failed at it. Not to mention the fact that she still wasn’t sure exactly what he was looking for with her…though she was pretty sure of what she wanted with him. “ How about…Bourne identity? He’s almost as mysterious as you…though you’re much more attractive and instead of being a spy you’re a translator.” She said kind of just thinking out loud for the most part by the end of that sentence. She got up and grabbed the dvd then went over to the player and opened it…forgetting to use the remote or press a button again. It was kind of just second nature on her to do thing automatically. People rarely noticed little things like that anyway. After all she was right beside the player she probably just pressed the button when he wasn’t looking right? Same with changing the input on the television.

She sat on the couch beside him and picked up the remote just for show. She definitely didn’t need it. “ Do you want any popcorn? Soda…or lemonade? Or do you fancy Shepard’s pie? My mother left some in the fridge.” Her mother had a tendency of stopping by very frequently and more often than not bringing large amounts of food because she knew that once Gwen got caught up in her work she would probably either skip meals or just order out. She looked at him. would you like to get more comfortable? I think I have a t-shirt that would fit those oversized muscles of yours” She said with a smile …halfway thinking that she wouldn’t mind if he didn’t bother with a shirt at all…then reminding herself that she wouldn’t be able to watch the movie if he did. She rested close to him not at all trying to be inconspicuous…but also not appearing clingy…she did give him a fair amount of space. It was strange to feel both at ease around him and so on edge at the same time.