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evcsive‌:

Looking at her phone, Stella considered it for a second before slowly nodding her head. “I don’t have any other plans for tonight so I suppose I could stay for a little bit.” While she wouldn’t have made these kind of plans for herself, she also hadn’t seen Noel in a little while and even though they did tend to argue a lot, she still missed being around him. While he easily angered her more than almost any other person she knew, he was also able to make her feel calm, which was something she almost never felt. 

His enthusias made a little smile appear on her lips, he sometimes had an almost childlike ability to appreciate the beauty in seemingly simple things, things Stella usually didn’t even took the time to look at. “Yeah, I admit it is nicer than I had anticipated the beach to be in January.” Instinctively, she pushed her hair behind her ears, since it kept being blown into her face, keeping her from actually really seeing anything. Then she let her gaze travel back to him and chuckled a little at him arranging a good place for her to sit down. Gladly she wasn’t working any of her fancy work clothes anymore, those she definitely couldn’t afford to get dirty, but had changed into jeans at home. “Alright, I can hardly say no after you went through all that trouble.” Sitting down, she slightly bumped his shoulder with hers. “It’s very gentleman-ly of you to give me your jacket, by the way, but if you’re cold now I’d definitely be willing to give it back to you. I would hate for you to get sick and not be able to paint any more paintings, that you won’t let me sell.” 

Noel grins brightly as Stella gives in, pleased as she takes the seat at his side. 

“Well, I am known for being a gentleman, Stella. I don’t know why you sound so surprised.” Noel jokes lightly in return as he leans his shoulder back into Stella’s playfully. He allows himself to give her a fond look for a moment as he shakes his head, easily promising, “But don’t you worry. Even if I get terribly sick, and can barely drag myself out of bed...I will still get up and paint more paintings that I won’t let you sell.” Noel lets a hand rest over his heart, eyes crinkling with his grin as he teasingly says, “I am a professional after all.” 

Noel is leaning back on his hands as he sits beside Stella, looking at her rather than the view as he says, “that said,” Noel arches a brow pointedly, eyes teasing as he says, “you have a point. With you sitting on my coat, I could very easily get cold in this frigid January beach weather. But seeing as I am, as we previously discussed, a perfect gentleman, I have no intention of taking your new seat from you. I mean, what kind of man would I be if I quit literally pulled the rug out from under you? No,” Noel shakes his head, lips curling up in amusement as he leans back to lie in the sand and says, “in the circumstance that I’m about to freeze to death, I’m just going to have to trust you to warm me up, Stel. Body heat is the only way.” Noel raises a hand quickly to add, “Completely platonically of course. That is,” He arches a brow in question, looking at Stella with moderate seriousness as he asks, “unless you’ve talked to Evie?” 

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eviefischer‌:

if her heart rate hadn’t already been racing as a result of her own mouth forming the word ‘true love’ without a hint of sarcasm, surely his touch would’ve sent it into overdrive. her skin tingled in the wake of his touch and radiated through her body. he pulled his lips from hers too soon and an instinctive pout sprouted on her lips. “oh, i don’t know about that,” she replied as her hands slowly trailed down his chest, “then we would be helping other people and we would have way less time to do this. and on top of unreasonable, i am also very, very selfish.”

“what makes you think we’d have so much less time, huh?” noel asks as he relaxes into evie’s touch. the leisurely touch makes his lips twitch even as his thumbs draw idle patterns on her skin, and it isn’t long before his lips quirk into a full blown mischievous smile. “y’know wherever we are... whatever we’re doing...” noel leans back into evie slowly to kiss the pout on her lips, lips curved into a smile even as he pulls away just enough to say, “i will always make time for you. my very unreasonable, very, very selfish, very, very, very... beautiful wife.” noel plops back in his seat at that, eyes twinkling with mirth as he shrugs and says, “so you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

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sammycascella‌:

“You’re always setting yourself up to lose, Noel, you know I make a good pizza. A great pizza, actually.” She held her hands up in front of her, smiling widely as she spoke. “It’s these delicate hands. You can’t say the same.” She teased, starting to walk with him towards the nearest grocery store. “But, sure, we can make it a competition. Should we tell each other the stakes or should it be a surprise? How do we decide the winner?” She asked, playfully bumping her hip against his as they walked.

“Wow, yee of little faith! For all you know, I could’ve been practicing on my own. My pizza technique could have surpassed yours by now, you don’t know.” Noel replies playfully, before he’s jokingly dropping his jaw and raising a hand to jokingly display to her. “And I can be delicate. I can totally be delicate!” Noel is shaking his head in mock offense as Sammy talks, finally cracking a smile as her hip bumps into his. “Surprise stakes, and impartial judges. I’m thinking strangers. I mean who would say no to free pizza?” 

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historianpotts‌:

“Oh I’m one to try anything vegan certainly doesn’t put me off.” Alice chuckled as she moved her own plate to try the pasta in front of her. She was quite for a moment as she ate the part of the meal before grinning. “That is fantastic,” 

Noel lights up at the compliment, grin broadening as he leans across the table excitedly. “Really?” And despite his excitement, Noel holds both hands out as he says, “no critique at all? Feel free to be harsh, I can take it.” 

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charlctteisms‌:

Charlotte had a few weeks before she was due back to New York to shoot her new film, and was definitely making the most of the break while she had the chance. Time off was rather foreign to her, and after the whole disaster with San Francisco’s own Gossip Girl,  she desperately needed it.

It had been a rather relaxing day for the blonde. She’d slept in late, spent an hour or so on the phone to her parents before deciding to head out and grab a bite to eat. Rather than going to her usual, Michelin star restaurant, she decided for something different. So far, the food was satisfactory, although, as she considered herself a wine connoisseur, the wine last wasn’t up to par for her standard, but otherwise, it was a fine establishment.

She’d just finished her meal when a young man appeared from the kitchen, plate in hand heading over to her table, which caused her to raise a brow. Her ice queen demeanor often scared people away, but they seemed confident, and honestly, that impressed her. She listened to him with interest, smirking a little. “Oh. Well, what an offer. How could I turn it down?” She quipped, winking at him a little. She couldn’t say no to such a handsome gentleman, even if he was a cook.

“Don’t worry, I trust you, which you should feel honored by, because it doesn’t come easily.” She added, taking hold of the fork, stabbing it lightly into the pasta before twirling it around in order for the linguini to stick to the utensil. Without hesitation, she took a bite, allowing a few moments to fully experience the flavour of what she was eating. “Actually, that’s quite lovely, darling.” She complimented with a smile, placing the fork back into the bowl. “I couldn’t possibly eat anymore, but I think you’ve got real talent. I assume you made this? It honestly reminds me of a sauce my nonna used to make.”

“You couldn’t, and you shouldn’t.” Noel jokes playfully in return, his smile widening into a full on grin at the wink he receives. He wasn’t expecting such a warm reception, but he’s glad for it. Honestly, Noel wouldn’t have been surprised if she took him for some sort of crazed fan and sent him away. 

To be completely honest, Noel had just picked a table at random. It even took him a minute to recognize her, not because she looked any different than she usually did, no, more because Noel’s passion tended to provide a unique brand of tunnel vision that completely blurred out anything that wasn’t his immediate focus. At the time that had been the pasta. But now it that attention was solely focused on the woman about to try it. 

Noel’s eyes light up at the addition, a hand moving to rest over his heart in a gesture that’s honestly genuinely touched. “Well, now I am honored. Thank you so much. Means a lot considering you just met me.” And considering with her status, it wouldn’t be completely out of the realm of possibility for someone to want to poison her. Something about celebrity and idolization made people crazy. Noel should know. But that fact that even this woman would trust him not to attempt to hurt her, well it probably shouldn’t mean much considering she was likely just flirting, but Noel’s heart is warm anyways. And it only warms further at the compliment.

“Yeah?” Noel asks with a broad grin,eyes bright with enthusiasm at just the brief critique. Honestly, a childhood of being in the spotlight definitely left Noel semi immune to being starstruck, but he will admit he was a bit proud to have such a distinguished celebrity in the restaurant he worked at of all places. To have her eat his food. It was an ego boost if anything, and although Noel didn’t have much of one, when it came to his food he was guilty as charged. “Guilty. I perfected the recipe myself. A lot of inspiration from Italian cuisine of course, but I did try to infuse a bit of Spanish flavor into the sauce.” Noel smiles at Charlotte slowly, gaze playful as he asks, “but, I gotta ask, do you really mean that or are you just saying all this cause I’m cute? Cause I’ll still take it!” Noel raises both his hands in a show of innocence, cheek dimpled with his grin as he adds, “but I’d still like to know.”

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“If I promise it will, will you hang out with me here?” Noel asks as he squints up at Stella through the sun. The light creates a glow around her dark hair, like halo. It’s probably the prettiest thing Noel has seen on this beach, and Noel knows if he ends up painting anything from this trip it’ll probably be her. And that he’ll let her put that painting in a gallery, but won’t sell it cause he’ll like it too much. And that Stella will probably get frustrated with him for it. And then they’ll be here again. Maybe not at this beach, but somewhere, with Stella grudgingly putting up with his bullshit. 

The funny thing is, he’s not mad at it.

“Hey, there you go! It’s a nice view right? This isn’t so bad.” Noel replies as he waves a hand at everything around them, eyes sparkling with his passion. He beams up at Stella for a moment before he’s patting the spot in the sand beside him, “C’mon, Stel. Sit with me. Oh shit, wait--” Noel takes a second to wiggle his way out of his jacket, laying it down in the space beside him for Stella to sit on before he’s grinning at her all over again and presenting the seat like a gift. “Huh? Huh?” Noel’s eyes are playful as he arches a brow at her. “C’mon, you know you want to.” 

Shutting the door of her rundown car, that was probably only a couple of years younger than she was herself, she sighed as the smell of ocean air immediately hit her. Usually, she would have taken public transport but it was rather later and she preferred not to spend the evening shoving drunk men aside. She, however, usually also preferred not spending them following her artists around town. Noel however had apparently chose Baker Beach as the most “inspiring” place in San Francisco on this January evening. 

Since not that many people seemed to think the same way as he did, it wasn’t to hard to spot him. To be precise there was only a couple of kids hunched around a bonfire, aside from him. She walked right up to him, so that she could look down at his figure sitting in the sand. “This better actually translate into some actual productivity,” she remarked, exasperation audible in her tone. Only now did she take the time to actually look at the view stretching out in front of her, the sea and the Golden Gate Bridge. “Though I will admit that this is… somewhat nice.” 

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mbennetts‌:

maggie had been sipping on her glass of water for a bit too long, still trying to get the math right and make sure that she could actually afford what was offered in the menu, but since she had never been good at math… 

she would have lied if she said the man’s sudden presence didn’t startle her,and while she did jump a little bit in her chair, she tried to contain it by appearing cool, giving him a little smile. she allowed him to talk without interrupting, nodding every other word, and looking at the plate as well. it did look good… and he did entice her with that free of charge. “you have a fantastic sales pitch there, sir…” she announced.  “however, the whole not poisoned bit kind of makes me feel that it definitely is poisoned…” she took the fork from him, and almost went to get some pasta with it, but she stopped herself. “are you completely sure you’re not going to get in trouble if i try this?”

noel beams a moment at the compliment, hand over his heart as he’s about to thank her, only for him to grin impossibly wider and cluck his tongue as she continues. “damn. oversold it, huh?” noel shakes his head in feigned disappointment in himself, eyes crinkled at the corners with his amusement as he looks at her. “typical.” noel perks up pretty quickly though, nodding to her with a joking, “thank you for your honest feedback though. i assure you it truly does make a difference. my next pitch will be bigger, and better for it.” 

noel is pleased when she takes the fork from him, crossing his arms and resting them on the table as he waits eagerly for her reaction. but at her question he blinks. “oh, i will almost definitely get in trouble if you try this. but trust me, it’ll be well worth it for a pretty girl like yourself to stop looking at the menu and finally get some good food in her.” noel nods solemnly despite the laughter in his eyes, smooth as he says, “let’s just say it’s a sacrifice i’m willing to make for the greater good.”

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catalina-conspiracy‌:

Catalina had been at the restaurant trying to relax from the busy weeks after the holidays. She crossed her legs under her as she wrote down research in her journal for the next video. She didn’t expect someone to come sit by her, and whenever he started speaking, she expected it to be some fan flirting with her. She raised an eyebrow and let him speak. He was overly excited, but she listened, nodding. “Uh, what is it?”

Noel’s smile only widens at the question, brows arching as he says, “it’s just spaghetti and meatballs.” and Noel pauses for a moment before admitting, “made with black bean pasta, but,” Noel holds up a finger. “don’t let that turn you off! It’s delicious, I promise, and you can trust me on that, because my whole job is to make things delicious, so.” Noel arches a brow, “Foolproof case right there.”

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sammycascella‌:

Sammy rolled her eyes the moment she recognized his teasing tone, snatching her phone out of his hand as her expression switched from frustrated to amused. “You are a pain in my ass, Noel.” She said with a laugh, checking to make sure her phone wasn’t cracked before putting it in her back pocket. “What are you up to? I need to make something so I don’t, like… break my phone or something. ‘Cause if your foot hadn’t been there, I’d be hard to reach for a few days.” She laughed a little, shaking her head. “You, me, pizzas? We can go grocery shopping and everything.”

“You love me, Sammy.” Noel replies in return, dropping his hand once Sammy takes the phone. He’s glad to see that’s she seems to have cheered up a bit, and quicker than he expected to. Honestly, Noel didn’t particularly like to see anyone unhappy around him, but Sammy specifically he couldn’t quite leave alone when she was in a bad mood. It just didn’t sit well with him. “Well with an offer like that, my schedule is officially clear.” Noel replies instantly, because really his visit to the dentist could wait. It wasn’t like he was dying after all, and besides, he hated the dentist. “I think it was Gandi who once said make pizzas, not painfully expensive phone damage. Or something along those lines, y’know. And I think we should follow his teaching you know. Something tells me he knows what he’s talking about.” Noel jokes before he’s gesturing for Sammy to lead the way, “Should we make it a competition or something? Winner gets to give the loser a penalty?”

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classiick‌:

balanced half on a drafting stool, darcy hunches over a massive industrial work table in the middle of the rear room where he performs most of the restoration or conservation work. the front half of his studio had been designed to resemble a miniature gallery, but passing through an archway would lead to an open area with high ceilings and bright walls covered by stacked or leaning boxes. peering, engrossed at the wide canvas of an 1851 portrait by a celebrated italian artist, he almost doesn’t hear the calls — consuming thoughts loud in his mind until the familiar voice draws him back to reality and the hum of background noises rushes into his ears and drowns out thoughts he can hardly recall in mere seconds.

lifting his head to appraise the newcomer, he smiles. “of course, how could i pass up free food?” he replies, pulling his spectacles from tired features ( the imprint remaining along the bridge of his nose ) and letting them hang on the lanyard. leaning back, he reaches within the folds of his jacket in a pile on the table and retrieves his phone. “i didn’t text you.” he had wanted to though, and left the messaging app open. “i swear this thing turns itself on sometimes. perhaps artificial intelligence has gone too far, but i suppose worse things could come of it.” glancing between the mess of characters on the screen and the bag of food.

noel walks through the gallery to the rear room with an impressed whistle as usual, eyes taken in the art surrounding him with an almost overwhelming swell of appreciation in his chest. if there was anything he loved coming to visit dw for other than the company, it was probably the view. getting to take in shit like this always made noel feel inspired. 

“this place never gets old, man. i want to live here. how much is rent?” noel jokes even as he makes his way to dw, eyes crinkling with his wide grin as raises the heavy bag of food in offering. “i can pay you in anything edible, if you’re interested.” 

noel leans his hip on the edge of dw’s work table as he peers at what he’s working on, rummaging through the bag of food with one hand for a moment before he’s glancing up at dw at his complaint. he is immediately huffing a laugh as he shakes his head, “i’m telling you man, those things have a mind of their own. they’re listening to us, and they’re gonna take us all over the moment they have the opportunity. it’s only a matter of time.” noel shrugs with the words even as he hands dw a warm sealed container, quickly saying, “i hope you don’t mind being a guinea pig, d. that is heart healthy, whole wheat, lasagna. please tell me it tastes like regular really fucking good lasagna, or i’ll cry. and as pretty as i am,” noel jokingly gestures to his face, lips twitching into a smile despite himself. “that is not a pretty sight, i assure you. now,” noel leans back to once again glance pointedly at the piece on dw’s work table, “what are you working on, bud?” 

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emwlsh‌:

Emily was slightly startled when Noel sat down across from her, so she quickly looked up. She had been completely spaced out again. She had a lot on her mind, and found herself lost in her own thoughts often. “What is it?” She asked, looking at the pasta. She liked pasta, but would prefer to know what kind it was first. She was starving, so of course she was probably going to eat it regardless. It seemed like all she did these days was eat since her calorie intake had to be increased for the babies. “I trust you that it’s not poisoned. I have full confidence that you wouldn’t do that to me,” Emily said, a small laugh escaping her lips. 

“Nine cheese tortellini, emphasis on the cheese.” Noel explains almost conspiratorially, eyes twinkling as he looks at Emily fondly. His hands move as he speaks, almost passionate as he says, “I saw three cheese tortellini and thought to myself, why just three? Why limit ourselves to that? Why not more? We have to love ourselves, you know?” And with that he gestures to the dish before her, gaze playful as he says, “and so now here we have it. Nine different cheeses in each tortellini. Never before seen, and very hush hush, so please don’t go telling your friends, the cheese police might come for me.” With that he looks at Emily with laughter in his eyes for a few moments before he’s putting a hand over his heart with feigned tenderness even as he honestly half genuinely says, “and thank you for trusting me, Em. Means a lot.” Noel gestures to her plate eagerly then, expression bright as he says, “now, eat, eat. You gotta be starving, eating for three these days.” 

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historianpotts‌:

Alice looked up sharply from her paper - and lunch - when someone sat across her. She was quite surprised at the ease that Noel spoke to her and she couldn’t help but smile when he offered her the food. “Well you’re going to have to tell me more than that, what’s on it?”

“Well, to start, it’s vegan...” Noel says slowly, before he’s quickly reaching a hand out to say, “but before that turns you off, I’m pretty sure you’d never know if you tasted it! It’s just a basic chicken parm, with soy protein instead of chicken. It’s also an original recipe, so... don’t tell my boss.” Noel gives her a smile before he waves an arm grandly at the dish before her. “Please, tell me what you think.”

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eviefischer‌:

an amused laugh escaped evie’s lips and she tilted her head slightly as she watched him speak. romance as a whole was dead, as far as she was concerned. forget the fact that it was very much alive between them; forget that she could hardly focus on anything other than his touch as his hands grazed her thighs. she tensed slightly in surprise at the squeeze, closing an inch of space between them. “not enough, that’s for sure,” she agreed. “is it really true love if you won’t fight bestselling authors for it?”

“no, no, definitely not.” noel replies in amusement, eyes crinkling with it as he looks at evie fondly. his calloused thumbs stroke over the strip of skin between evie’s top and bottoms, his gaze slowly coloring with humor as he says, “face it, baby, we’re the only ones doing it right.” noel’s grin slowly stretches over his features, a hum of laughter escaping him as he leans in to give evie another quick tease of a kiss before he’s falling back in his seat heavily. “we should do marriage counselling. teach everybody a thing or two.” 

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Noel Garcia. Or rather, Dante Campana. The Artisan.

Noel Garcia. I know what most of you are thinking. Who the hell is that? Well, in truth, he’s nobody. Just your average chef, average husband (if you remember him from our article about the lovely Evie Fischer), average man. Like we said, nobody. 

But I bet you don’t know just how much of a nobody Noel Garcia is. I bet you didn’t know that ‘Noel Garcia’ didn’t even exist until seven years ago. 

Now, Dante Campana. That’s somebody. A really big somebody if you’re from Europe, and if you’re not, let me break it down for you. The Campanas are basically The Kardashians of Spain, sans the reality show and plastic surgery. Gabriel Campana is the CEO of a business conglomerate that owns a list of companies maybe longer than the list of lies Noel -- I’m sorry, Dante-- has told in order to keep his real identity hush hush. And Sofia Campana, or rather Sofia Aiza as she goes by in her writing, well that should ring some bells. You probably had to do a book report on one of her novels in high school. She’s acclaimed in her own right, and if you remember correctly, on all the back of her books in the cute little biography blurb they always put back there, it always says that she’s a loving mother, and now we know to who. Well, to at least one of whom. 

Now this is where things get sticky. If you want to know what the Campanas are really famous for hold tight. Things are about to get juicy. 

A few years ago, the eldest Campana child also went missing. Now before you think it’s sweet that Dante is following in his older sister’s footsteps, this wasn’t a voluntary choice, the poor girl was kidnapped. Anya Campana was taken from her rehab clinic in the winter of 2012 and allegedly held captive for three days before she was killed by her captors. It was all very tragic so we won’t get too into it, but The Campana family was plastered all over the news in Europe after the fact. After all, the daughter of one of the richest families in the continent was just brutally murdered. But if you look closely at some of the press following Anya’s death... You can see that baby brother Dante is oddly missing from most of the photos. Now, the official story is that Dante needed to take some time away from the media to grieve. But seeing as Dante’s disappearance coincides so closely with Noel Garcia’s birth, well... maybe that’s not all there is to it. 

Here’s what we think, Dante. Your sister died and you were in so much pain that you left. Came to America to start anew. To live a new life, to start fresh. There’s nothing wrong with that at all, not sure why you’d hide it. 

But that doesn’t explain why there’s a missing person’s report on you and someone by the name of SIBLINGS NAME though. It’s two years old too. Hmm. 

Well, Mama and Papa Campana, it looks like we found your boy for you. You’re welcome. If you’d like to thank us by telling us why he ran away in the first place, we’d really appreciate it. You know, in the spirit of full disclosure.

— Your Author.

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“Hi,” Noel starts as he pulls out the seat across from the customer, shooting them a winning smile even as he sits at their table uninvited. Luckily his boss was on lunch, because otherwise Noel would surely get yelled at for what he was doing. But since they are he feels no qualms about what he’s about to do. “I’m Noel. I work in the kitchens, like long walks on the beach, love dogs, you know.” Noel shrugs before he’s setting a well garnished plate of warm pasta in front of the customer, smiling at them again as he offers them a fork. “Now that we’ve gotten to know each other a bit, will you try this for me?” Noel arches a brow expectantly as he waits for them to take the fork and take a bite, quickly trying to dissipate any hesitance with a, “Free of charge of course! This isn’t on the menu. Oh, and I promise it isn’t poisoned!” Noel adds with a sage nod. “Like I said, I work here, and if I did that I’m pretty sure they’d fire me without pay for the rest of the day. And I actually like it here, so that wouldn’t work for me so... yeah, poison free.”