Twist brought up her text message list and scrolling down found the one she wanted. Selecting it she went to options and hit the button for 'call.' Placing the phone up to her ear, she waited.
~Ring Ring~
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Presence
Striking Looks
Twist brought up her text message list and scrolling down found the one she wanted. Selecting it she went to options and hit the button for 'call.' Placing the phone up to her ear, she waited.
~Ring Ring~
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The third ring is abruptly silenced. After a half second Arnoud's voice is reproduced by Twist's telephone.
"May I ask who's speaking?" Arnoud inquires in a somewhat guarded tone and without introducing himself.
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"Twist. Would you like to get together?"
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The voice immediately becomes more amiable.
"Hi! Yeah, I'd like that a lot. Do you have a time and place in mind?" Arnoud asks.
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A soft chuckle is heard from Twist.
"Don't the men normally choose the location?"
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"A change of pace now and then can be very... exciting."
She was in control here and in Arnoud's mind there was little need to pretend it was any different. Besides, which locale she invited him to reflected on her personally and/or the purpose of this communication. Arnoud knew too little of his "Big Sister" as it was. Was her last remark "a funny" or was she actually from a time where social segregation dominated these things so thoroughly that even decennia of unlife couldn't ween her off it?
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Another soft laugh from Twist, "If you insist- My theater. I will have someone in the foyer waiting for you."
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"Excellent, I'll be there in forty minutes." Arnoud says with a smile on his face.
Home turf, eh?
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"I look forward to seeing you." Twist replied pleasantly before the line went dead.
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