He smiled, glad she thought so, even if she didn't accept them from him, even if she wanted him to give them to her mother, instead of her. But she'd get to see them, in a vase, either way. And that was fine by him. Whatever helped his chances. "Okay." Another breath "I'm ready." Now, or never.
He follows, led by the hand, something also familiar. But he's led her by the hand just as many times as the opposite. They've led each other by the hand so many times now, dragging each other into their present, into their future. This is them, helping each other through hard times, through good times, through a life now so blended together. A life of holding hands, kissing, snuggling, sleeping, eating, together as often as possible.
He looks around, taking in the richness. His own family has money, they've been around forever, but his dad isn't a Ramos and while their life is full of things it's not this lavish. They haven't had royal faces in a few generations. They Ramos tree is more about money than political power, more about faith and loyalty, leaning more towards being the strong backbone of the clubs than the powerful heads of it. They're Spaniards, working at the head is more stressful than simply being strong, dependable, good people. Too serene to step up into places that would merit this kind of lavishness and the work that went with it. It's a bit intimidating, and yet the Ramos estate in town is similar to this, with it's own crests of branches and towers which littered a lot of their older possessions. Strength and fertile wealth rather than the ferocity of lions.
He recognizes that expression and it makes him smile, genuinely, as he bends towards the seated mother of his girlfriend, murmuring that it's ok, he's a young man, he'll eat anything because his mother taught him well, and that, regardless, the food looks delicious. He offers her the flowers, murmuring hopes that she likes them and expressing a polite concern over her health.
"I'm Carlos Jose Ruiz Ramos, Señora, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." He says in his most polite voice.
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Date: 2012-10-27 02:04 pm (UTC)He follows, led by the hand, something also familiar. But he's led her by the hand just as many times as the opposite. They've led each other by the hand so many times now, dragging each other into their present, into their future. This is them, helping each other through hard times, through good times, through a life now so blended together. A life of holding hands, kissing, snuggling, sleeping, eating, together as often as possible.
He looks around, taking in the richness. His own family has money, they've been around forever, but his dad isn't a Ramos and while their life is full of things it's not this lavish. They haven't had royal faces in a few generations. They Ramos tree is more about money than political power, more about faith and loyalty, leaning more towards being the strong backbone of the clubs than the powerful heads of it. They're Spaniards, working at the head is more stressful than simply being strong, dependable, good people. Too serene to step up into places that would merit this kind of lavishness and the work that went with it. It's a bit intimidating, and yet the Ramos estate in town is similar to this, with it's own crests of branches and towers which littered a lot of their older possessions. Strength and fertile wealth rather than the ferocity of lions.
He recognizes that expression and it makes him smile, genuinely, as he bends towards the seated mother of his girlfriend, murmuring that it's ok, he's a young man, he'll eat anything because his mother taught him well, and that, regardless, the food looks delicious. He offers her the flowers, murmuring hopes that she likes them and expressing a polite concern over her health.
"I'm Carlos Jose Ruiz Ramos, Señora, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." He says in his most polite voice.