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Soy Latte	By : LilyPlenty Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1297 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Soy Latte
- 2-To Google or Not to Google?
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Chapter 2. To Google or not to Google?

She paused over her keyboard, looking at the return button. There was something a bit weird about Google-ing him, She had an idea who he was, but didn't want to make any stupid mistakes, but then again, would she Google anybody else? Was she just Google-ing him because there was a wealth of information about him out there? Yeah, that was it. Damnit! Now she couldn't do it, there was something very 'nanny state' about it. And it'd be nicer to get to know him like she would any other person. Get to know him? What was she thinking? She shook her head, closed the Google page and started on her work.

She had her phone held between her ear and her shoulder as she typed, pen stuck in her mouth, talking around the instrument of her profession when he looked in the glass of her office. It was a small cramped thing, but it was made seem smaller by the stacks of boxes filling the room, there were also potted plants and flowers on every available, shelf and table space, probably why everything else was in boxes because it had to fight with plants for pride of place. She hadn't seen him so he took the chance to really look at her.
She was really pretty, he had noticed it straight away in the coffee shop, walking in the door behind her, he had seen her reflection in the glass.
Her face was well-defined, that was definitely the best way to describe her really, she was a well-defined person, she didn't fade into the background. Her features were soft but clear, dancing blue eyes, a cute little round nose and full lips. Her hair was dark and unruly, pulled off her face with a scarf of vivid purples and blues. She was wearing long trousers, dark blue linen, purple leather sandals and a black vest top. She was sitting with one foot on her chair, talking animatedly on the phone. He liked her face when she laughed, he could see something sad in her eyes, but it disappeared when she laughed. Hell, who didn't have their troubles and demons?
He realised people in the hall were starting to look at him oddly as he had been there for a while just looking at her.
He shifted and knocked on the frame of the open door.
She started and looked up, smiling she motioned for him to come.
“uh huh” she said to the phone and dragged a box of the other chair in her office, looking around for some place to put it, she shoved it on top of another box.
She gestured to the seat for him and held up two fingers as she tried to wrap up the conversation on the phone.
“okay, well you have my e-mail, I'll take a look and then we can set up a meeting.......great..... nice talking you.....bye,bye.” she hung up the phone and sat back down at her chair.
“so how was your morning?” she asked jovially.
“Ah, the usual, 'how many hairs in your head, how many women in your bed', kinda thing.” He shrugged casually.
“so challenging and enlightening?” she teased.
“exactly.”
“well, I made a quick list for you of stores that have some really great stuff. It's hard to find them unless you know where you are going, it's almost a subculture”
he glanced over the list, “this is really great, I'm somewhat of shop-a-holic, at least I'll be doing some good now as well.” he smiled sincerely at her, every smile he sent her way was sincere, but this one was really thankful.
“no problem, if you need anything, I wrote my number and e-mail on the end.”
“is this your work number?” he looked at the digits.
“yeah”
“can I have Your number?” he asked with a grin.
“so you can badger me about your housing difficulties?” she asked with a chuckle.
“yes”
She snorted, “sure” she picked up a pen and scribbled her cell on the top of the page.
“cool” he folded the page and stuck it in his jacket pocket.
He let his hands fall to his lap, silence lay between them as they looked at each other.
“so?” she asked nodding her head. “anything I can help you with Mr. Bloom?”
“ oh don't call me that,” he shook his head with a smile.
“okay, orlando. Can I be of further assistance or are you going to just sit there and watch me work all day?”
“yeah, I might, but, if you go to lunch with me, I might leave you alone.” he said with a cheeky smile.
“hey, you don't have to blackmail me to go to lunch with you, so long as I don't have to have any kind of soy based product we're good.”
“meet me at the Cafe around the corner at one so, the Cafe with the green pavillion, I dunno what it's called.”
“yeah, I'll see you at one.”
He got up from the chair, straightened his jeans and again shook her hand, which she laughed at.
He left her sitting at her desk, not knowing how exactly she was supposed to write about the five pounds of toxins women absorbed through their skin every year from make-up after her wonderful encounter. She had never laughed so much in one day. Her days consisted of work and sleep, with a small bit of eating stuck in there someplace. She lived, got by, now she was socialising!
She had forty minutes to get some work done, than sneak out to lunch.
She dove into her work, anticipating her next meeting with the famous Orlando Bloom.

He had been sitting in the Cafe for forty minutes, he had picked up a copy of her magazine, flicked through it to find her column. An article about little solar chargers for iPods and such. He read the piece, he could see how she was trying to encourage green living in the modern consumer, she talked about the Eco-aspects of the product, then about the fashion aspects. Marrying the two and bundling them off on honeymoon. He had to admire her tactics, changing the world by preying on the very thing which was killing it, people's desire to have everything. She was just making sure that they were choosing the right products to spend their money on.

As he closed the magazine he saw her crossing the road, he was sitting outside the cafe, so he waved a hand to her, she answered and nearly got knocked down. The driver honked his horn, she waved apologetically and darted out of his way. Hopping lightly onto the pavement she gave him a sheepish grin and wove through the stream of pedestrians between them.

“ooops” she rolled her eyes at him, throwing her coat onto the chair opposite him. She looked at the magazine on the table in front of him.
“damn, I should have google-ed you.” she twirled it, to see what issue he had been perusing.
“what?”
“oh, I was sitting at my computer earlier, contemplating the morality of google-ing you, I can see I am the bigger person. I claim the moral high ground Mr. Bloom.!” she teased, pushing the magazine back across the table.
“you didn't google me then?” he asked.
“oh I did, nothing came up.” she picked up a menu to hide her smile.
“well, I was only reading it to see how I could make this season's colours work for me!” he retaliated, picking up his own menu.
“you won't be offended if I eat meat?” she asked seriously.
“no, not at all.” he shook his head.
“lovely.” she flipped the menu to read the back and there was a few minutes silence before a waiter approached their table.
They ordered, a panini for her and a cous-cous salad for him.
The waiter took their menus and brought their drinks, two teas.
They looked at each other for a minute in silence before they smiled and looked away.
“so tell me...” she paused “ anything” she chuckled.
“i like spinach” he stated.
“me too. Wow, we have so much in common, spinach and... spinach.”
“do you actually like spinach?”
“yeah.”
“ you are so weird?”
“me, you liked spinach first! Do your fans know you like spinach?” she asked pouring some sugar into her tea, not as much as her latte.
“i dunno, I never really publicly announced my fondness for spinach.”
“not until today” she corrected.
“hey, you asked.” he defended himself.
“you know you could do wonders for the health of our society, tell all your fans you like spinach and the amount of teenage girls with anaemia would be miniscule.” she teased.
“how are we talking about my contribution to the health of the nation?” he asked.
“idle banter.” she shrugged.
She looked at him, looking at her, his chocolate eyes staring straight into her.
He was a really good looking man, she could see how everyone was falling over their tongues for him.
“what?” he asked.
“ I was just trying to figure out what it is that makes you so special, you must be a good actor.” she broke into a mischievious smile.
“Nah, I just sleep with the right people.” he liked her game, it was amusing and she was challenging to talk to, you had to be on your toes because she could take you apart.
She laughed loudly, letting it bubble over the street, he laughed too, it was contagious.
Their lunch arrived.

“so what kind of insulation do you have?” she asked, between bites of her panini.
“huh?” his fork paused.
“in your house?”
“oh, it's this stuff made out of old jeans.” he answered.
“ oh yes, I know the stuff. Yeah, that's great stuff, some of the best I think.” she continued eating.
“what about you, you live in an eco pod?” he asked.
“ unfortunately, No, I DON'T sleep with the right people, I rent, so I don't have the freedom to make adjustments, but I have energy efficient light bulbs and my landlord did let me switch to a wind power company. Someday however, when I find that man with the big wallet and the small brain, I will have my little farmhouse covered in solar panels.” she joked.
“a farmhouse? You wouldn't get a new place?” he asked.
“Nah, that's wasteful, if there's a house already built why waste the resources building another one, buy a house and convert it; like you're doing. I really do think what you're doing is great, I know it sounds cheesy but every time I hear things like that it makes me feel a lot better cos I know there are other people in the world trying to make a difference.”
They both turned a deeper shade of pink.
“thanks.” he muttered.

“how's your cous-cous?” she asked breaking the awkwardness.
“ oh, here try some.” he held out a forkful.
She leant towards him a little, taking the food off the fork.
He couldn't help watching, there was something very erotic about watching a woman eat, his brain told him, it was because he was subconsciously thinking about how good she would be at giving a blowjob, but his mind then told him to get out of the gutter.
She chewed the food.
“mmm, that's good. Ignore me on the topic of soy food, I do actually like 'vegetarian food' as it's dubbed. I like beans and cous-cous and all that, I mean it is all food.”
“what don't you like about soy?” he asked resuming his consumption.
“ahhh, it's the GM aspect of it all, I know lots of food has been modified along the way, I mean carrots weren't always orange, but there's just something about Soy I don't like. I can't describe it really. Like I said just ignore me, sometimes I have really good reasons for things and then other times I have no idea what i'm talking about.” she waved a hand dismissively.
“women are made to be loved, not understood.” he quoted.
She looked up at him and smiled, for a moment he was lost in her eyes.
“oscar wilde. I love his work.” she commented.
“ he's great isn't he? A Picture of Dorian Gray is an amazing book.”
“oh my god, yes, it's fabulous, breath taking, it's just one those books you get lost in, it seems to really suck in your soul and spit it out at the end almost as altered as Dorian's” she dropped her fork to the table gesticulating with her hands.
They were smiling at each other again, their lunch date just seemed to be a series of moments where their eyes meet and they could see the attraction quite clearly, before the both blushed and looked away.
It had been along time since he had sat and chatted with anyone so animated, she was intoxicating. Her laughter filled him with fire, her eyes were like a drug, he wanted to look at them forever and read her soul, see the emotion and vivacity surging like a sea in her eyes. She was like a tornado that swept you up and dropped you back down breathless and disoriented. He really liked her.

A/N: Please review, I don't know where to go with this, I can drag it out forever, or I can speed it up. Any ideas?
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