The Place: at a corner bistro, with a good view for people watching.

She is joyfully loud. She is obnoxious. And then with no notice, she becomes broody and wistful. She is a Daisy Buchanan* in every right. With these bouts of mood swings, she keeps everyone on edge, a state, which many people apparently like to be in.
He likes to hear the words coming out of his mouth- perfectly enunciated, of course. Though his appearance leaves much to be desired, his manner compensates. When satisfied, he mesmerizes those around him with his delightful chatter; but as is the case in life, this Henry Crawford* causes more menace than good.
She is perpetually companionable. She must be a saint, while impartial to devilish talks. To not be admired is sacrilegious, for she needs be adored at all times. We may never tell what her true thoughts on any given matter really is, for it is buried underneath layers of people-pleasing and carefully masked disgust. She can pass off for a George Wickham*.
As I sit there dreamily playing with my food, my thoughts turn to these fictional characters that uncannily resemble them, and wonder if there are others that might view them the same way. These people are in my life, and probably in yours too. However, one thing that must be said for all, is the fascinating charismatic quality they possess, for their faults are easily forgotten in the moment they choose to bestow their warmth.
Yet:
I am wary of the repercussions.
* "The Great Gatsby", F. Scott Fitzgerald; "Mansfield Park", Jane Austen; "Pride and Prejudice", Jane Austen.
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