That certain smile

Alright, the ownership things were covered last chapter. I own Ilona, and no one else in this story. Hopefully this story will be a little more interesting once I get some more chapters up.

Chapter two.

They walked down the path that Vincent has so many times before walked. But, this time was different. Ilona was with him, and he felt content, a feeling he has not experienced for some while. Vincent quickly noticed that she was more on the shy side. So, he had to strike up conversation for now. "If you do not mind my asking what were you doing standing there alone?"
"Well, I find it calming. So serene. I love rain and when a rain storm hits I will go somewhere were I can be alone to think and enjoy the feeling. Today I happened to be here. And what about yourself Mr. Valentine? Why were you here alone today?" She responded.
"I suppose my story is the same as yours. I like the rain and when it started earlier I decided to go for a walk. I don't know what lead me to the park though." He looked over at her, "But, I'm glad it did" he thought to himself.
The two continued talking until they came to a small town with an equally s res restaurant. Vincent opened the door and allowed Ilona to continue in front of him. When she walked ahead, Vincent couldn't help but watch her. The way her hips moved when she took each step immersed him. She stopped and waited for him before they were seated. Vincent pulled out a chair and seated Ilona first. They both looked over the menu, decided, and ordered their food. Once again while waiting conversation arose, but, this time it was started by Ilona.
"I'm just a bit curious, but, what is it that you do? For a living I mean." Vincent sat up, "I am a former Turk."
Captivated by his voice Ilona sat up and intently watched and listened to him as he laid out for her his story. She looked at him, and could feel the emotion in his voice. The pain is his eyes shone through the flecks of deep red. She too knew emotion like his own. She had been hurt by a love also, yet of course a different case. She felt like he may be one to understand how she felt, the things he has experienced, and the burden still cast upon her. Ilona snapped out of her reverie as Vincent finished his story. She liked listening to him. He had a lovely voice and a way of speaking that met her own. "I am sorry about all that has happened to you. I know that it may be hard for you to speak of it."
"No, I don't mind. Yes, it still pains me, but, I feel I can trust you with my story," his voice lost the pain in the way he spoke. Ilona knew of the Turks and didn't much approve of what they did. Yet, to her Vincent had courage enough to admit that when he thinks back to it, he hates what he sees.
The food came and it startled both of them as they were so encased by one another's presence and voices. Ilona thanked the waitress as she set a plate down and turned her attention again to Vincent. They mutually agreed to lessen the conversation while they ate. Vincent was looking at his plate and glanced up to watch Ilona as she brought her fork to her mouth. He quickly had to get some thoughts out of his mind that that image brought to him. He had to physically shake his head to keep from thinking.
"Are you alright?" she questioned. "Oh, yes, yes. I'm fine. I just had something on my mind." As soon as Vincent realized what he had said, he regretted it.
"And what would this be?" Ilona asked with a concerned look in her eyes. "Oh God, those eyes. They're full of such emotion. Just amazing" he thought.
"Truthfully.. you." A very subtle blush fell over Ilona's cheeks. Not enough to bring color to her pale complexion, but, enough for Vincent to see. "I'm sorry to embarrass you. I couldn't lie to you though."
"I thank you for that. Shall we continue?"
While they ate not much conversation arose, yet, Ilona kept thinking about what he said. "Me? He's thinking about me? Why would he be inclined to do that? Could it be that he may...may actually like me? Accept me?" Her thoughts danced.
Suddenly a noise interrupted their dining. It was the sound of rain falling on the tin roof above them. Ilona looked up hopefully at Vincent and without saying a word, he knew what she was asking. "Yes, let's go out into the rain," he soothingly responded.
The two got up and started outside. Once out the door Ilona suddenly grabbed Vincent's hand and pulled him out into the street. He laughed at her excitement and allowed himself to be dragged, he didn't mind at all. Around them people were running to find shelter but, the two just walked enjoying it, hand in hand. They reached the other end of the town and both were already soaked again. "You know, we had just gotten dried off." Vincent smiled as he spoke. Ilona turned around to face him, her makeup slightly running, "I didn't think you would mind."
Vincent just stared, this stunning woman in front of him. As if his body and mind acted as one against his doubt, he leaned forward, placing his lips softly against hers. He let go of her hands and wrapped his arms loosely around her waist, still giving her the option to pull away. Vincent deepened the kiss and noticed Ilona start to lean into him, arms now around his neck. They stood locked in each other's embrace, dripping wet, until Vincent gently broke the kiss. "I didn't."
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Alright, I know. Once again a boring chapter. But, I promise that it will get better. I have some ideas for them. I would type it all up now, but, I have already written enough for one night.