Oh what do you want? Invite only; Sachin [Zaboo]

"Don't be ridiculous." he blushed. "It's not my best work, I did made it in a rush and-" his words ended when she kissed him softly. It wasn't bad. It definitely was not bad. Just very surprising, so he backed away after a few great seconds and then mentally cussed himself out. You asshole. There goes any chance at romance. You idiot, why don't you just listen to the stupid romantic dramas your mum watches and follow them? Nobody backs away from a kiss in any of those. But he took a chance a second of hesitation later, now him kissing her instead, slightly harder than she kissed him, but being gentle and not forceful in the least. He was rather cautious right now.

Sachin hadn't had a girlfriend since...give him a minute for this one. He didn't expect one right now either, but he figured he may as well go with the flow. His drawing remained in her lap while the two young people kissed each other.

A beat later, they pulled away from each other. "Wow." he said simply. "Err...you sure about this, Gracie? I recall our last attempt at a date didn't go too well." he chuckled shyly.

Sachin smiled then. "Well, let's hope you have the opinion in the morning when you aren't plastered." he said. He gave her a clumsy and somewhat hesitant kiss on the forehead, and walked out of the room, got of the apartment and into the night. He jumped on his bike and he soared, exhilarated by what just happened. He drove through the shittiest parts of Chicago, laughing all the way.

He returned at around 5 AM- the sun was rising early today, and Gracie was now probably hungover on the couch. He made a breakfast, whistling badly as he did so. Plain old toast and scrambled eggs first, but he paused. No, he usually ate that. But today he was determined to make something special.

Which is why ten minutes later she would smell smoke from the tiny and cramped kitchen, and Sachin blasting a fire exthingusier toward the oven. "Nothing's wrong!" he yelled. "Just some problems in cooking!"

"You mean you don't wake up at 5?" he asked, sounding surprised. "How do you get anything done? Sleep for me is just an optional bonus if I just to just blank out my mind and stuff." he said, digging into the vegetarian options of the breakfast. "I swear, you should start a religion based entirely off this food. Breakfastism. You could have a TV show. It'd be better than anything that idiot Pat Robertson has going. I wish Pat would just die already though, so probably not the best of examples." he said. He chewed on the fried bread with relish. "I can't believe I lived life without touching this food. My life has not always had things missing, and I do believe you just walked down from Heaven to fulfill them all."

An awkward pause then. "I'm not too good at this flirting stuff, am I?" he said sheepishly. "Ah well." he reached over and tapped her shoulder, sending his healing energy soaring into her and getting rid of any remaining exhaustion or hangoverness from last night, easing away like some had given her an amazing massage on all parts of her body.

"Now you can partially tell why I never need to sleep or I never get drunk. You fell for yesterday's contest quite hard, I have to say. I was just getting bored drinking all of that beer- it didn't even taste too good. But the night afterwards turned out to go quite well, to say the least." he grinned sheepishly again. "I'm getting nearly every one of these lines from old Indian movies, just so you know. Except the one about you walking down from Heaven, I came up with half of that one and I'm just shutting up now and enjoying this food." he said, chewing.

He sighed with some obvious relief. "Alright then." he said, slipping briefly into Hindi. He opened his mouth to explain, then laughed. "Oh, that's right. You can speak this language. My family will have trouble wrapping their heads around an American speaking Hindi..." he said with another laugh."Oh yes their reactions will be fun." he said, continuing in Hindi.

He ate his bread peacefully for a moment, though it was obvious he was thinking deeply. Blushing a bit, he blurted out. "This is my first real time ever actually dating someone!" Still blushing incredibly, he continued. "I, err, always was kind of sheltered as a kid, and my parents would never let me date anyone until I was out of school, since they were already choosing who I would eventually marry or who was a good candidate for it. So it's my first time ever actually, err, you know-" he vaguely waved his arms around the room, the effect slightly spoiled by the piece of fried bread in his right hand. "All of this. It's really just new to me, so, err..." he seemed to close in on himself like an oyster. "Err...sorry. If that's alright with you." he said, almost whispering out the last words. It was this point where some of his black hair fell over his eyes, and he blew on it impatiently, sending it flying back up.

"She can be very scary. And in case you haven't noticed from my comments, just the littlest bit racist." he laughed. "Don't be too surprised there. Most Asian parents are, if you want to know the truth. Asia's a really racist place, unlike the enlightened West. So my parents will deny being racist, but they will always make some remarks about Indians are always a bit smarter than that white guy...and how an Indian wouldn't have made a mistake like that white guy did...so on." Sachin smiled at her. "You actually don't have anything to fear from my mum or my dad. They're very polite to everyone who isn't in our family. They won't insult you to your face...at least not in English." he corrected himself.

He then thought for a minute and nodded. "Alright. You just told me to do what seems best on the spur of the moment, but also not for you to meet my mother. Those two contradict each other, I'm afraid. I have to go to Brazil this weekend, since we're having a family reunion there. I think you should come with me, though you shouldn't reveal you speak Hindi. You'll be able to hear more if you pretend to be a stupid English-only American." he saw her expression and laughed, putting away his finished plate. Every scrap had been cleaned off that plate. Clearly he had enjoyed it considerably. "You asked me to do what seems right on the spur of the moment, and the two of us going to Brazil seems like a good one right now." he said, moving his chair so he was now right beside her. "Come on Gracie, do it for a poor Indian boy." he joked.

A smile and a laugh came from Sachin, who did laugh easily when he wasn't scared or nervous or being threatened by Gracie. "Awesome!" he said, switching to his Californian English accent, which was just tinged with the slightest traces of India. He continued in English. "The two of us know Spanish, which I think is similar enough to Portuguese to get us by." he said to himself, making plans in his head now.

Then he shook his head. "Bah. There's nothing to worry about, I need to just buy an extra plane ticket and request an extra room at the hotel for you." he said, automatically going with the assumption she'd want her own room. "Money isn't a worry. I'm not rich, but my family is. My dad works for Khan Industries."

"Last thing- don't worry. Just be yourself and in the spur of the moment, do what feels right." he said, quoting someone. He gave her a somewhat hesitant hug and kiss on the cheek.

Sachin shook his head. "A bit doubtable. I'm decent with computers, so somehow her plane ride was bumped up by a few hours. So she likely had a bit of a surprise when she got a call telling her that." he said, apparently unfazed by the idea he had broken into high secruity airport computers easily and without any real appearant effort and without thinking much about the implications of it. "So it's not too likely she will be here right now, since that's a conversation I don't want to have right now. We may see her in Brazil though- she's a second or third cousin, I forget."

"But that's about it." he said. A slight silence settled. "So...should I walk you home or something? You still live in the same place, right? Or, err, you want to stay for a while? Of course, I understand if you need to go places, like the gym and stuff. I know you have a routine of going there...I wasn't stalking you!" he added quickly. "I just noted you were there regularly whenever I walked by." he said, a mild blush. "You stood out."

Sachin gave a blush and muttered 'Just don't want you to think I'm some kind of creep." before coughing and standing up. He took her hand and started walking out the door...before walking back through the door, pulling out a handkerchief, picking up a spider on the wall and chucking it outside. "Now I'm ready." he laughed, largely out of embarrassment, taking her arm again, more comfortably now.

They walked down the street, Sachin glancing around and noting a lot of guys casually walking around. Certainly a lot of familiar guys he'd seen before at the gym and bar. They walked in the casualness of people who were trying very hard to seem unnoticed and casual. "You have your own private secruity force, don't you?" he joked. "Well, if they beat the crap out of me, I'll get over it." he said in French, keeping the conversation private.

He thought it was ludicrous. How the hell would he do anything? He clearly gave off very threatening vibes, didn't he?

After taking her instructions, they arrived at the new flat. "Not bad." he said. He gave her a hug, less hesitant now than he was before. "It'll take me a bit to get used to this." he joked. He gave her a piece of paper. "It's got my parent's names on it. I know you want to do research on them." He grinned. "It's what I would have done." he paused, recalling she didn't actually have parents. "Sorry, bad thing to say." he apologized profusely.

"So...I'll see you later. You know where I live...er, come whenever you want. No need to call ahead, though you got my number." he gave her a quick, sudden and gentle kiss. "I'll see you soon." he winked, tipping an imaginary hat and walked toward his home.

Then he came back. "Ah, can you tell your friends to stop following me?" he grinned, and then he started walking back for real. It had been a good day and looked like a good week was coming

(That was my last post here. You make a final one and I'll start my Brazil topic. <3)

Gracie smiled and held Sachin's hand as they walked down the street, laughing when he commented on the fact she had her own little army. She leaned sightly into him as they walked, holding his hand against her hip.
"Oui, Ash - my boss - treats me like his own daughter. I help him keep under cover and keep his people out of trouble for which he pays me in food and a home," Gracie's lips tweaked at the corners.

"Its no quite home yet," she nodded at his comment after she entered the code that would open her flat then turned the key - top security for a place like this. She stepped inside and blinked at the kiss in pleasant surprise before returning it.
"I'll tell them you're not going to murder me or anything," she teased. "No, they're part of the group," she explained with a smile. "I'll make sure they back off," she promised with a curt nod and then blushed when he handed her the names of his parents.
"I.. err thank you. You can drop round too. Cya round Sachin," she smiled and shut the door. It was going to be a good week.


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