Chapter 113

"oh Caroline, just look at him"                         He was no male model and yet was adored by the fairer sex for his Teutonic-gold hair.

It was a casual jumble sometimes but mostly neat and flowing.

His crescent-of-moon eyebrows were thin and narrow. He carried an imperious nose well and his angular cheekbones carved down towards a flinty jaw.

Then Paul stood up and walked towards the staffs and told them they could all take what they wanted to a d they were all happy, as he walked back to his seat, Rita continued her description of Paul.

Unusually for a model, he had a manly, Samson physique. The catwalk loved the way he glided with an athletic grace without skipping a beat.

His mariner-blue eyes were orb round and darted constantly, a-gleam with delight and the vigour of youth.

Paul sat back and his eyes met hers, she quickly looked away, she almost thought he had heard her, but he didn't pay much attention to her and just went back to the big screen on the wall.

They were soft, Irish eyes and swam with joy. They shone brightly, like two sapphires dipped in milky pools. Everyone commented on his vivacious character and his gentle nature.

"Are you reciting a poem, or talking about him?

Caroline asked pointing their way. She had her eyes fixated on Peter, she would do anything to hold his cheek and caress his scars which made him look scary and strong.

His voice could be foghorn loud when he was booming out a guffaw but it was normally mellifluous.

"Foghorn loud? Caroline repeated.

"Yes offcourse, didn't you hear them when he was talking with the manager and asking him questions, you could tell he was angry.

Caroline quickly grabbed a paper and a prn and started to draw as she described him.

His gap year clothes always made him appear younger than his years. The swirl of his loamy cologne had them swooning in the aisles.

"Oh how I love you Paul Anderson.

She stopped and they both continued looking the men of the moment, who couldn't be their men, because they were already taken.

Caroline decided to describe Peter I'm the way he sees him.

"He wasn’t a male model,                                but he should have been.                              The lush, mother lod dark hair he groomed so carefully had a rippling quality, a sign of his rude health, showing his angry face, which made him look so strong like Sampson in the Bible.

His only blemish was that he was beetle-browed and they sometimes knitted in frustration, but he is really sweet, if he wants to be, taking what happened today.

The aquiline nose he sported complemented his prominent cheekbones. Handsome in an understated way, his basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke of strength.

He possessed a latent, leonine power and always walked with purpose and authority.

People had always remarked that his best feature was his entrancing,

Wherever he steps into, would naturally go silence till he takes his seat, that was how commanding his Aura was.

wayfarer-blueeyes. Sloe shaped, they could shine as bright as the evening stars when they were a-light with joy.

At other times, they could resemble two liquid-blue pools of flashing fire. Flamboyant of character, the area always filled with his sonorous, rumbling voice. He was also quick to crack a joke or fire off a humorous retort. His rakish clothes were a source of amusement to some, not least because they emanated a healing herbal smell.

"Oh how I love you Peter Anderson, but it is a pity, you cannot be mine.

You are already taken.

I hope she treats you well and enjoys what fate have given her, but if she slacks I will be ready to start, my Journey of love with you, if only you would take me.

"Wow, Caroline, I never knew you could be this good with words, what are you doing here, you should be writing some love  stories" she teased but no attention was paid to her.

The twin finished their food and left the area with every body clapping for them.                    They had thought the king and Queen of Sultana was going to approach them about what they did, but they were wise enough not to have thought twice about it.

Before they left the Diner they saw Miles rushing towards them, they knew why he had come, the video of Paul punching the nose of the manager of the diner had gone viral and had gotten to them at the hospital and Miles had been sent to come and check it out.

"Why are you here? Asked Peter who already knew the answer, but still asked any ways.

"Videos of you guys doing something you shouldn't was sent to Dad and he said I should come check it out"

"Well, it is a pity it got out like that because there was nothing I could do, but to punch his face.

"But why is there a second video of people applauding you guys. what did you do?

Didn't you see the reason in the coverage?

Well I didn't finish it, I just came as soon as I could.

"Next time finish first" Peter said and got into his car, Paul followed immediately, they both left Miles to watch after them, he came by car so they were not worried about how he is to get home.

Miles stood for a longer period of time watching as the car left the Arena, he wanted to go into the Diner to find out what happened and if there were damages done, so that it could be paid for, but on a second thought, he decided to sit in his car and watch the other video from the begining to the end.

Miles was quite impressed as to what his brother's did.

They were really strange, the way they behave most times is surprising.                       Miles suddenly felt hungry and decided to step into the diner, he was also going to get something for everyone at the hospital, because he was sure, his family members, keeping watch, were already very hungry.