Novel & Cerita Sodapop Personality

I ask, pulling up the session notes I haven't written yet because I spent most of last night staring at my ceiling and wondering what the hell I'm doing with my life. Sophia's lips curve into something that might be a smile if you squint and ignore the sharp edges. "Romantic. Over-the-top. Nice." I nod, tapping my tablet like I'm accessing important data instead of just buying myself time to process the casual dismissal in her tone. "And Preston?" "Charming. Polished. Surprisingly self-deprecating for someone who probably has a trust fund older than most democracies." She pauses, eyes flicking to mine with laser precision. "Definitely someone who enjoys being liked and is very, very good at

With a chicken foot sticking out of her mouth, she said to me, "Your food is untouched and will get cold" Why does she care? Maybe the right question was why she looked adorable with a chicken foot sticking out of her mouth. Sofia Dante was crazy, stubborn, proud, and.... with a long list of personalities that turns out to excite the inner me. I've never seen a woman with such an insane character. She was just cool and difficult to ignore. "Do you want to have mine?" I stretched out my plate to Sofia and her eyes suddenly enlarged with traces of excitement. She got off her seat to take it but I immediately withdraw the plate with an arrogant look on my face.

“The normal kind.” His eyebrows shot upward. “I thought you said you weren’t a nerd.” I threw my hands in the air. “We can drink straight from the can like peasants.” He sighed. “That was your plan to begin with.” “Yeah,” he admitted, grabbing a soda. “But the thought of being classy transformed this from a social gathering into a peasant activity.” “You are unbelievable.” “No, sweetheart. I’m adaptable.” He popped open the soda. “And for the record, peasant activities are my specialty.”

I call Joey. "Hey, Piper. What's the word? How's Moby?" Joey's normally a fairly laid back guy, he and Moby have very similar personalities. Their primary goal in life is to make people smile, to see them happy. I hate hearing the anxiety and trepidation in his voice.

Poor sap doesn't have a clue who his mate even is. This indecision is making me extra grouchy, harsh and quick to lose patience with anyone around me. I know I'm pretty unpleasant at the best of times already with my sarcasm. Or my outright rudeness. It is also why I'm practically a ghost, with no connections left behind apart from the few who know my trade.

I shook my head with ridiculousness. "You're MR Edmund P.A now?" "Aha?" I turned around and saw this bitch, today. Her clothes are getting tighter and almost naked. She looked at me sarcastically. I also do not like to see her. I glanced at the name tag, Sophia. Yeah, bitch Sophia! "How's Mr. Edmund's favorite coffee?" "Looks like you already know if he likes healthy milk coffee." I don't get the point. "He doesn't need that. Show him your breasts." My eyes immediately bulged. She's ceazy! Maybe she thought that all woman would undress for that man! I just shook my head and walked away.

Nicole even got to hear quite a few of their mischiefs and experiences in school and university. "You know, he wasn't always this way," Stephan informed Nicole as she sat on the sofa, watching the barber cut away at his wavy locks. "Salvatore, I mean." "Really?" Nicole chuckled in disbelief. "What was he like then?" "Amazing," Stephan sighed wistfully. "Charismatic, charming, confident, so outgoing, and social. He used to talk a lot more back then, laughed a lot more too – sure he's always had a dark sense of humor – but he used to laugh. And he used to be very trusting back then too, now that fucker doesn't trust a single being. He was great with people and even better with kids. Everyone l