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Noah smiled at her happily and added, "Also, I really don't take myself as a stranger. This is my friend's house, shouldn't I be comfortable here?" "If I remember carefully, you seem to be chasing this friend of yours? Is the attitude you should be having with a person you are trying to hook up with?" "Who is trying to hook up with you?" retorted Noah in displeasure. "I'm clearly being a gentleman by pursuing you above-board. Don't just name it as a hook-up. I don't do that. I am a clean and serious person. Men like me are rare these days." "Right. Because no one is as old-fashioned as you are."

he turned away still smiling "no, i'm not the rebellious type, rebellion is a bad thing to do. I'm a gentleman" "Then why give the advice?" I was genuinely curious. "Just because i'm a gentleman doesn't mean I shouldn't give such advice. I can't do bad things but that doesn't mean I shouldn't advice others to" "That makes you kind of a bad guy" He grinned widely and said "A bad gentleman then" I chuckled at his words "is there even a thing like that?" "There is, i'm living proof of that right?" I bust out laughing. This is the first time in years I have ever laughed this hard.

He was just entering the room and had nothing in his hands. He coughed slightly as he stopped walking. I think I will let you change and once you are done you can as well let me know. My eyes immediately rolled on its own as I held myself from bursting into uncontrollable laughter. Are you being serious right now ? Of course dess, I’m trying to be a perfect gentleman. I don't think being in the same room with a half naked woman is a gentle man character.

His hands slowly move up to his sides, inching towards his holstered gun, touching it for a moment, before grabbing a stick of gum from his pocket. It wasn’t a threat, not really, but it did imply one. “I’m tryin’ to be a gentleman here, but I’ve got a schedule to keep,” he smacked his gum, taking the time to rake his eyes over my figure as he dismissed me with a glance. “I’d rather not run over a pretty little thing like you, but I will do what needs doing.” Closing my eyes, I pinched my lips, holding down a laugh. Who was he? A cartoon villain?

"Max, listen, I" He held up his hand. "Please let me finish. This is embarrassing enough as it is. I'm only telling you this because I'm trying to be a gentleman." "And you are," she assured him, grinning, "A perfect gentleman." "Yeah, maybe not so perfect. I'm going to be working real hard to make sure this stays as playacting because it seems I'm…attracted to you."." A tiny smile teased at her lips. "Attracted? To me?"

Don’t cry, okay. Me: LOL. Never! Ella: You're a much bigger person than she is. Take care. Bye. “Mind if I join you, young lady? The rest of the house seems rather crowded today.” I look up, pulling myself out of my thoughts. An older gentleman is standing by the edge of my booth. He’s wearing a face cap but his silver hair is hard to miss. His peach colored sweater suits his pale complexion perfectly. And he has a genuine, warm smile that instantly puts me at ease. Even though he’s wearing dark sunglasses that hide his eyes, I can feel the warmth of his gaze.

"They're a few things that stuck with me and that just happens to be one of them. How about I show you around, we've been standing close to the entrance long enough" Guess who's the perfect gentlemen mom spoke about? This guy. Dad definitely needs to get lessons from him. Mom would rant on and on about her husband being the best in the world. In just a few minutes, I'd seen someone more of a gentleman than he was. I just wish I could take this all on video. "That's so kind of you"

” “I know, you are answering back to me.” “Hmmm you have to be gentleman and it is very far from the word pervert Jeoff. I saw on your etiquette you are even better with girl. Your manners? It depend s on your mood. All of the girls want a man who is respectful. Classy and a real gentleman. “ “I’m a gentleman Lily, you already define that a while ago.” “Is it really true?” “Yes why?” “I am not convinced yet.” “For you to be convinced, what should I do?”

The man made his own way to her side in a matter of a few seconds, directing her towards the coffee shop with a tilt of his head, his coat hugging his button-up and jeans, his badge glinting on his belt just out of view. Genevieve stepped in beside him, his arm extended as he pushed the door open for her. She stifled the protest that wished to attest to the fact she could open doors herself, stifled it for the sake of satisfying a gentleman. -And who said chivalry was dead? A gentleman would open the door for anyone regardless, not just Genevieve. A gentleman would take any girl to coffee knowing a police office could be intimidating. That was what Luca was; a gentleman.

He asked, lifting a brow. "Is that a stupid question?" He chuckled softly, " I don't know" he admitted "I couldn't tell if you were being sarcastic or not" a small grin played on his lips. " A lot of women take gestures like that as an insult. Some kind of pity party. I hope you know that isn't what I was opposing." " I know." I smiled " you're quite the gentleman and I can't say i don't like it." His brows went further up, and with a step closer to me he spoke, "gentleman?"