THE CAT'S MEOW -- TERESA

[STEELE CADE CATTINSON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,315,true] Steele wasn’t really sure what had attracted him to the zoo. To be honest, he had just needed a location he could hang about at that wasn’t completely awkward if you stayed all day. There were only so many coffees a guy could sit and drink at a cafe alone, without people thinking you were weird and creepy. And there wasn’t really many other options. He could sit and read in a park, but then he wasn’t a huge reader. Shopping wasn’t his thing, and the movies made it impossible to ‘bump into’ someone. He needed a place that he could roam around all day without looking like a freak, in the hopes that a certain girl, wait, woman would reply to his text and come meet him. And it had to seem perfectly casual. Like he would have been there anyway even if he hadn’t of invited her. Though, that was for her sake more than his. He was a ladies’ man (or a man’s man, depending on the situation..), and Steele wasn’t shamed into hiding that. He also made sure his intentions weren’t hidden. If he went on three dates in a week, all parties involved knew of the others. It was always really casual with him, until he found someone he wanted more with, and then he was sure to inform anyone he had been casually seeing that he was no longer on the market. It was how he was. Call him a tramp, but he’d never cheated on anyone once the choice was made to be exclusive. He knew full well how to be monogamous. However, while looking for that someone, why limit yourself? The more people you got to know, the closer you got to finding that one person you wanted to be with. The young man found though, that people didn’t seem to mind. When he was out on a date with you, or even just hanging out with you, he was with you. He didn’t text anyone, or seem distracted. He made you feel like you were the most important thing to him, even if it was just for that moment. Full of complements, Steele knew how to make someone feel pampered and loved up. And the thing was, he meant them all, too. He wasn’t one to use empty words just to woo someone. He found things he liked and admired in a person and used that to flatter them. He never needed to lie with complements, as he believed there was something worthwhile in anyone. Even if at first he can’t see it, Steele has always been big on second chances. It probably explained why so many people loved hanging out with him, because he made them feel just grand. Everyone, that was. Except a certain girl he was rather taken with. Teresa wasn’t like other girls. While he loved the soft and feminine ones for sure, she was something else entirely and it intrigued him. The thing was, she wasn’t falling for his usual charm. Kissing her hand and calling her beautiful and all that stuff... it just wasn’t working for him this time, and he wasn’t sure what else to try. He’d never had to try anything else, had he? So it wasn’t a surprise he had no new material. When you had a winning game, you didn’t need new plays. Determined as ever though, Steele was sure he could crack her. He just needed to figure out how. He just needed to get her to see him, give him a chance for some face to face contact. So, he had sent her a very casual text, that if she wanted to finish the conversation they were having (the night at the party when they had met, they’d gotten into a debate about music, now it was an ongoing thing) that he’d be at the zoo, you know, if she wanted. Now all he had to do was wait and hope she’d show. Dressed casually in jeans and a winter coat, he was lingering around the monkey enclosures. Half-heartedly snapping photos. Really, he was more a feline person then a primate person, but all the leopards and tigers had been asleep, which was boring. There were only so many minutes you could stand and watch an animal curled up so its face was next to its bum. And Steele had exceeded that more than an hour ago. So monkeys it was. At least the baboon looked mildly interesting. WERDS. 749 TAGS. THE EVER AMAZING PRIMATE, KERK NOTES. LOL. THE FELINE AND THE PRIMATE, I DIDN'T MAKE THE CONNECTION 'TILL AFTER I WROTE THIS

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[TERESA SYLVIA NORTH]

[atrb=width,325,true][atrb=border,0,true] Staring at the entrance to the zoo, Teresa was seriously questioning whether or not she should have actually bothered to come here in the first place. There was still time to go back whilst she was queuing to get her ticket, she reasoned to herself. And he wouldn't know she'd even been here, either. No one would. The line moved forward, and Teresa found herself closing the gap, getting closer and closer to the ticket booth. The situation wasn't perfect, but the woman loved the zoo, and this was as good an excuse as anything else to stop by. She silently paid the clerk at the desk, and then wandered through the gate and into the crowd of families and couples that were visiting. Pulling out her phone from her pocket, the woman checked the text message in her inbox again briefly. The monkey enclosures. She couldn't help but smile a little. Either this was a coincidence, or he knew her pretty well already (though she had no idea how that could have happened, unless someone was tipping the guy off- in which case heads would roll), because the monkeys were, and had always been, her first and last stop when she visited the zoo. She didn't really know why, but she loved them. Someone she wasn't so crazy about, on the other hand, was Steele Cattinson. Not in a burning hatred kind of way, or even a hating one. She just thought he maybe could do with a slight knock to his ego when it came to his supposed skills with women. The two of them had met at a party a few nights ago (a party which Teresa had not actually planned on going to in the first place, but when the evening rolled around she had no other plans and decided she’d rather be out than stuck inside her own house) and struck up a conversation about the choice of music. He was apparently a jazz person, and Teresa was more of a rock. It had turned into a bit of a debate between the two of them, and they were dragging it out past the party. The problem she had with Steele was his manner. Not because he was rude- she could handle rude perfectly well. No, Steele seemed convinced that he was a ladies’ man, something Teresa couldn’t say she agreed with particularly. He’d tried kissing her hand and she’d just stood there, wondering why he thought that was going to help matters at all. Calling her beautiful hadn’t returned much of a response from the woman either, her first thought being ‘Yeah, and how many people have you said that to recently?’ rather than the modest (genuine or otherwise) gratitude she guessed most people would have felt. She’d seen it before and honestly, she didn’t buy it. He wasn’t a total ass though, so far, so Teresa was perfectly willing to talk to him. Meeting him here would probably look like a date to anyone watching, but she was convinced it was nothing like that. She liked the zoo, and she had actually enjoyed arguing with him about music the other night; there wasn’t anything else to it. People could assume what they liked. Reaching the monkey enclosures, instantly recognisable by the cluster of trees that stood out from the rest of the nearby pens, she scanned the crowd for Steele, eventually finding him with a camera and snapping photographs of a baboon near the front, and walked over, leaning on the wooden fence dotted with plaques telling visitors the names of all the primates they had, and information about the species. ”Didn’t know you were into colourful rear ends as well as jazz.” the woman laughed, some sarcastic form of greeting to replace the standard salutations.

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