UPTOWN GIRL, alex p. keaton

xxix. sweetheart like you

⇰ 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕪𝕣𝕕𝕤 

RUNNING HER FINGERS along the spines of the books, Arabella made a twirl in the Strand Bookstore where she decided to take Alex to on their date. Seeing him still entirely immersed in Free to Choose: A Personal Statement by Milton Friedman, she leaned down the book from his gaze to have him smile at her instead. Lighting up more from the way he seemed to increase in adoration looking at her instead was infectious to say the least. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say I have some competition," She mused to slightly move closer to him.

Alex grinned over the small space she left, thinking Arabella was gonna kiss him. Instead he fell short as she took out a book from the shelf behind him to shove into his hands. "The Firm, The Market, and the Law by Ronal H. Coarse." His heart raced over her acknowledging the text with a nod. "I had to take minor in economics to be able to work at art auctions during my third year of college. Plus my father more than approves of me taking the course even though it was as aggravating as you'd think it to be."

He cupped her cheeks tightly to kiss her suddenly as Arabella went off into a fit of laughter. "Do you think you can quote it?"

"Alex." Giving her a pout she sadly heaved a sigh to play along with his enthusiasm over finding this out. Remembering a line in particular she thought was overly dramatic she decided on actually letting this go on a little longer. "The law of property determines who owns something but—"

"But the market determines how it will be used," Alex finished to have her laugh over him following along with her, "You are perfect."

Arabella immediately backed herself away to raise a finger in regards to the economist's works. "Sorry Mr. Big, but I'll have you know that, just like other economists Coarse, was also in favour of the idea of pollution and saying that people only thought it was good because of how cheap it was when in reality—" Seeing Alex still tucking away strands of her hair behind her ear, she cut herself short over the rant that was about to ensue out of admitting the expression he was giving her. "I'll stop."

"Wish you could talk about me the way you can discuss the need for environmental reform," Alex teased for her to shove him over this. Catching her in the midst of trying to push him away playfully, she smiled as he held her hands tightly in his with a small squeeze. "C'mon, before the business section has completely drained you." Laughing over him now pulling her onto the bush sidewalk outside the shop his hand to still swung along beside her.

The pair had maintained this act for only a month now, but they were inseparable to say the least. In order to keep it away from any one of her sisters, especially Diana, from catching wind of this they kept to themselves in the parts of the city Arabella knew they'd never find themselves in.

"We're not walking down Wall Street again," Arabella told him, holding him in the taxi as he frowned over her continuing to deny him the pleasure.

"Then we can't go to that new exhibit up in West Village—" He stopped on denying her this as she only had to give him a puppy dog-eyed look and pout for him to crack, opting to kiss her forehead. "Fine."

She leaned into him closer over this as he slightly strung out one of her curls through his fingers. "You'll have a complete turn around once I'm through with you," Arabella admitted with a light air in her tone.

"I'm not voting for Clinton," Alex said through laughs for her to slightly shake him over this.

Laughing over her acting childishly, she still continued to grab him by the suit jacket tightly. "But Alex!" The taxi driver called out the stop from West Village where they'd left Alex's car, having him step or first. Extending a hand out to help her out, his hand naturally went to rest around her waist to have her forget about politics rather quickly. "Slowly losing our capability to actually have a thoughtful discussion."