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"Ah, yes! Well, I'm Oliver, and uh", Leela's hands were suddenly lifted as thumbs softly brushed against her knuckles,"I was going to say that, I've noticed you for some time, and I think you look absolutely stunning.", eye contact,"Maybe I could take you out sometime?"
Leela felt herself getting hot, not only has it been a while since any man- any one for that matter- has asked her out, once you get past the raw smell, and the get up, this one wasn't bad looking..
The slight blush slowly spreading from one ear to the other didn't go unnoticed, Leela could admit, it was cute.
"No thank you."
simple and forward.
"I see.. your response is valid.", Leela could tell the rejection hit him, but he should be fine. She just nodded, "My.. hands?" Oliver nervously retracted his hands from Leela's,"Right, sorry.."
Upon seeing that the man's lips were no longer moving, she was mere seconds away from continuing to her home. Another sentence stopped her steps though.
"Can I ask why?"
Leela was a bit shaken by the question. Not because it was out of the ordinary in any way, she just couldn't think of better words to make this sound less shallow:
"I don't like white boys."
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Leela is a work oriented woman, whose only goal is to someday run a restaurant of her very own. Oliver appreciates her drive, and wouldn't mind being by her side through it all. Nothing wrong with that of course, it's just.. Oliver isn't Leela's type.