❝I'm an inventor. I can envision the future. ❞ | Tony Stark. | 21+ | MCU with Earth-616 elements. | Scotch is an addiction; @Lost_Krista is another one.|{RP} |
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@Lost_Krista — “Everyone's worth a chance. And a proper cup of coffee.” Stark flashed her a trademark grin then picked up one of the menus—
@Lost_Krista — this time. “Socializing can help sometimes.” The small snicker that escaped his lips was proof of his sarcastic statement. —
@Lost_Krista — statement. It wasn't often that he hung out with people that came for interviews. His curiosity made him do an exception —
@Lost_Krista — She was beautiful nonetheless although the tiredness was imprinted on her face. One shoulder moved up into a shrug at her —
@Lost_Krista — his jacket and tossed it next to him. The silence was a good opportunity for Stark to analyze the woman in front of him. —
@Lost_Krista — needed at the moment. “It's got good things to chew on.” The briefest of laughs escaped the brunet's lips as he discarded —
@Lost_Krista — blonde's entrance in the diner. That was something he was somewhat thankful for. Unwanted attention wasn't something he —
@Lost_Krista — of his nose. He took a glance around the room, observing that not more than a person's head turned at his and the —
@Lost_Krista —Stark could be.
The billionaire shook his head to himself as he stepped inside the diner; sunglasses settled over the bridge—
@Lost_Krista — He highly doubted that. Yet he didn't want to come off as judgmental. Only a selected few were aware of how judgmental —
@Lost_Krista — playgirl yet it was clear that Stark wasn't a deduction master. “Was it because of the financial problems you have?” —
@Lost_Krista A flash of surprise crossed the brunet's features. He hadn't expected such a response. He wouldn't have classed her as a —
@Lost_Krista — rang above his head. He shot it a short-lived glare whilst pacing further inside the diner and picking out a random booth —
@Lost_Krista — recognized by the people in the diner. He stepped up the two stairs and opened the door, glancing upward at the bell that —
@Lost_Krista — “Shall we?” Stark reached in his jacket's pocket to pull out his sunglasses, putting them on in order to avoid being —
@Lost_Krista — businesses.
The journey to the diner slash bar didn't take too long and Stark inclined his head in the direction it was in.—
@Lost_Krista — aware that the questions he put were personal. Stark had the tendency to attempt to get his nose into other people's —
@Lost_Krista — If the social services or the child's father assumed she was unstable then he supposed she was. “Can you visit her?” He was —