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[christian]

Living in such a populated and publicized city had it’s perks. For example, the shopping was always superb. And although Christian should have fit the stereotype of a guy who didn’t much like spending his time flicking through racks of clothing and trying things on, he was quite the opposite. Maybe because he liked spending money, it was easy for Chris to get into the habit of allowing himself shopping sprees. Although the trips were usually solo, occasionally he’d call someone, usually of the female persuasion, to accompany him. It seemed girls had better taste in clothes anyway, even men’s clothes which Christian found a bit bizarre. Oh well, he wasn’t going to question it. Fact was, girls that could help him spend money were girls he liked. Of course, only if said girls were helping him spend money on himself.

Not the guy to randomly drop big bills on little trinkets for girls he didn’t like, Chris always made it clear that his intentions were to shop for himself and not for the person dragging along beside him. Perhaps he should just invest in a stylist? But those kinds of people got boring after awhile, insisting that things he didn’t like would look better on him than the things he did like. At least when he called someone to help him shop he could pick out the articles of clothing himself and then ask for an opinion. Unfortunately, though, today Christian was flying solo. He’d already been to a number of stores and had gathered a few small bags, mostly ones that fit into the larger bag he’d gotten at his first stop, which made carrying things easier but showing off just that much harder.

There was something about designer brands and the stores that put Chris in a good mood. Even as he stood in Gucci, trying on different styles of sunglasses, he didn’t think his day could get much better. Maybe he’d find one of the street vendors he really liked and grab lunch later, and then spend the later part of his afternoon in Central Park. It seemed like every idea he had about his day was better than the next and, quite hilariously, he was excited about it. Could anyone blame him, though? Despite spending the day by himself, Chris was at least having a good one. That was more than he could say for a lot of the people he knew. Drama seemed to run through the blood of every person he met. If Chris could avoid it for just one day that seemed more of a treat than a four hundred dollar pair of sunglasses ever would.

[milan nicole prescott]

After long hours of the photo shoot that day, Milan was finally ready for a long break, or to even maybe call it a day, though she had an event to attend to later that night which she didn't much fancy going to. Milan had only been a model for almost a year so she wasn't a big time super model or anything, but people were starting to know her by now. And since they were starting to know her by now, it was almost insistant that she needed a body guard, though she put her foot down for that. She had her limo driver that had been good to her thus far, and being put with a body guard meant that she would have less privacy time. And Milan liked to have her privacy time.

So her shopping trip that day was her flying solo for the first time in awhile, and she didn't really want to clash her outfit with wearing some disguise or anything, so she just had on a big pair of sunglasses that were fashionable looking of course and kept her head down most of the time when she was going store to store though she still kept an eye around her surroundings. Growing up in the city had its perks so she knew her way around here already. Milan never really actually went shopping for herself unless something was bothering her, and that day it was. The stupid blog that some gossip prick had posted about her private life got let out, and now she and her best friend werent really even talking. Brynne had gone into the hospital last night and since she heard about it, she felt horribly guilty for it and wanted to go see her friend. But honestly she didn't think that Brynne would want to see her after the fights they had both online and in person. So she was avoiding. Avoiding by shopping, which usually always made her feel better since that was the only time she went, but that day she was distracted by her bottled thoughts and feelings. So distracted that she hadn't realized she had crashed into something solid in front of her until a few moments after. She realized the something solid wasn't a wall or anything, it was a person, so she removed her shades while she apologized, not seeing who it was. "God, I'm so sorry about that," she said, meaning it as she looked up to see who she crashed into.

[christian]

Christian was surprised. Mostly because he hadn’t been expecting someone to knock him off balance while he was standing innocently, attempting to find a pair of sunglasses that suited him. However, his good mood played a factor in how he reacted. Naturally he would have gotten angry and snapped at whoever was stupid enough to run into him like that, but as always, shopping put him in a good mood and his response was much more positive than it would have been almost anywhere else. Probably a good thing for Christian, considering he’d been slapped a couple of times in the past for being a rude prick to complete strangers. “Whoa,” he let slip out initially, taking a few steps back to recover his balance without toppling over. Being taken off guard like that didn’t give him much time to assess the area around him, so he certainly didn’t want to fall and cause what could have potentially been a very expensive crash. Brushing off the front of his jacket, as he was dressed very causally in jeans and a t-shirt, accented with a blazer he’d pulled from a suit. Chris knew how to dress, even if he only had very simple pieces, he could make himself fit the desired look.

But as looking good was not currently what he was dealing with, Chris didn’t put much thought into the state of his clothing. Instead he turned to the person who had walked right into him, examining her as if he were checking to see if she was blind, deaf or dumb before opening his mouth. Hey, he didn’t want to offend! But it was that examination that benefited him, as this was not just some girl who ran into him without thinking. Although he was still sure no thinking was involved, he was surprised to learn that this was actually a girl he knew. In such a big city, it was often hard to pinpoint the location of one person exactly, and even more of a chance of just randomly bumping into someone. But at the same time, there were only certain places to shop if you really knew what you were after and not a surprise at all to run into friends who had money themselves. It was just quite shocking to see this particular person, as he had not seen Milan for some time. It were as if the groundhog poked it’s head out of the hole, blindly bumped into the man who opened the door and decided to look around Gucci, complete with a pair of sunglasses that ate up it’s already blind face. To put it simply, Christian was amused.

“Look where you’re going often?” He teased. “Or is the tint in your sunglasses so dark you just can’t see?” Never one to rest with the jibes, even if he hadn’t seen someone in a good long while, Christian immediately started in on the poor girl. Certainly it was her fault though. She had been the one who ran into him. He was minding his own business, completely innocent for a change. A massive change, that is. “It’s been about a million years, miss.”

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[milan nicole prescott]

As she removed her sunglasses and glanced up to see who it was she had bumped into, Mil was almost surprised that the person she had bumped into was nonetheless an old friend of hers, Christian Crawford. Well, she was already seeing people from her past, and bumping into them too, so why not Christian Crawford as well? It had been a long time since the two had seen each other, though no matter the occasion, he always had taken a liking to teasing her. A blush formed when he questioned whether or not she looked where she was going often.

Of course she did, but her mind had wandered, and lost track of the crowd in front of her. Maybe the sunglasses weren't such a brilliant idea after all. Milan knew that he was amused though and merely just glared at his comments. She had already apologized though he probably wouldn't mind hearing it again. "It's good to see you again too, Crawford," she greeted sarcastically, not really missing his comments. Ok, deep down she probably did but the odds of her ever admitting that was very unlikely. Even if it was just to herself. "It's only been two years though it does feel like a million." It was true. Ever since she came back the world she had been a part of seemed almost foreign to her and finding her place here again was much harder than it had been growning up.

notes: blah sorry mine sucks, I'm getting rushed to start packing though yours was good... wanted to get some posting done for you today before we leave.

[christian]

Further amused when Milan suggested that it had only been two years since they’d last seen each other, Christian shook his head and replaced the pair of sunglasses he’d been holding when she’d bumped into him back on the rack where they belonged, among the other shining lenses and frames. They were begging Christian to buy them, even though he hardly needed them this time of year. He simply longed for the summer months to come again, to warm the streets and melt the snow. The idea of an actually sunny day that wasn’t as cold as all hell seemed like a far off dream that wasn’t even close to coming true. Really, the sunglasses had only distracted Chris. He’d been shopping for clothes, as he’d worn his favorite pair of jeans thin, and had gotten sidetracked, as usual. It had turned from a shopping mission into a casual stroll into all of his favorite stores. Gucci just happened to be one of those stores. It was probably a good thing that Milan had ran into him or he probably would have spent a good chunk of change on sunglasses he wouldn’t even wear until June and by then they would be out of style. Christian had a really bad tendency to buy things he didn’t need and then allow them to pile up until he couldn’t keep track of what he did have and what he didn’t. It was usually piddly things too, like shoes and scarves and sunglasses.

“You say two years like it’s two weeks. I don’t even get a proper greeting?” Just to be an obnoxious jerk, Christian held out his arms, as if he were going to force her to hug him. After a few brief seconds of standing like that, he dropped one of those arms to his side and slipped the other one around her shoulders, chuckling to himself. “Shouldn’t you have a big beefy body guard or something, Miss Prescott? Aren’t you some kind of famous now? Or you could be faking. What do I know? I trust such disturbing resources.” Could one blame Chris for reading that Mad Hatter business? Nearly everyone else did anyway. Besides, how else was he supposed to keep up with what his friends were doing? ”Or were the face eating sunglasses your body guard? You know, if you want Milan… I could use a shopping companion.”