For someone who didn’t want to be pinned into one type; Mario had done his best to make sure that hadn’t happened. To many he was a football player, to some he was an aspiring writer, not many knew that he was a history buff. He also had gotten a reputation as a good guy and a protective big brother to his sisters. He was really all of those things; as there wasn’t a single one he would want to give away. Right now, though, he was a man who was finding more and more interest in a woman who had invited him to dinner.
He smiled with a breath of a laugh at her comment. ”I will be sure to that.” He had a feeling she could be an inspiration; in a way. ”Well, I suppose that’s true for all students, especially, the first few years. Eventually, though it seems like everyone finds a rhythm of sorts and keeps what’s most important to them while letting the rest go.” First and Second year classes tended to not be easier but third and fourth year could be killers; students tended to need the focus so certain other activites would have to be lessened.
”Well, considering all I had to do was be there and then show up when it was time, I’ll agree it probably took you more work than it took me.” He commented. The hand, he had reached for her hands because it seemed just like it was where his should be. It was an odd feeling; nice but just different. Mario had dated other girls but none of them had been like Sasha and none of them had made him feel excitedly like this their first time alone together. He wanted to know her, the real her and he wanted to tell her about himself. He could only give her a soft smile and nod when she offered to show him the other side of herself or, at least, where that part resided. He knew it must have taken her a lot to decide that, or so he thought but he was glad she was opening up to him.
Going with her, Mario was led to a room filled with books and DVD’s. Just by looking at the titles it gave him a greater sense of Sasha and her likes. Mario always thought that you could tell things about people by the books they kept. Not the ones they read, necessarily but the ones they loved enough to hang on to. ”This is really nice. “ He said glancing at the books and DVD’s though it was hard to take in all of the titles. ”Disney fan? I’m kind of partial to the Lion King though I think I’ve seen the Little Mermaid and Frozen at least 20 times each. My sister really likes them.” He was now letting Sasha into a part of his world he didn’t always share; after all he wasn’t talking about Aurora or Belle, the twins at college with him.