LOTTIE ANDERSON
"I figured if I was going to make the world a better place, I'd do it with cookies." - Ana Pascal, Stranger Than Fiction
NATURENATIONALITY • American-Dutch
BORN • The Bronx, New York, USA LIVES • Chicago, Illinois AGE RANGE • 26 to 34 BIRTHDAY • September 14th SEXUAL ORIENTATION • Curious HEIGHT - WEIGHT • 5'7" - 165 pounds HAIR - EYES • Brown - Green GLASSES • No |
NUTURELANGUAGE • English
OCCUPATION • Baker EDUCATION • High School NERVOUS TICK • Playing with bottom lip WEAKNESSES • Pastry, The smell of rain TIME OF DAY • Early Bird PIERCINGS • Ears, Nipple TATTOOS • Three SMOKES • No |
NOTESHOBBIES • Camping, Mushroom Hunting
EXERCISE • Rock climbing MUSIC • Simon and Garfunkel, Iggy Pop MOVIES • None, enjoys TV BOOKS • None FOODS • Canele, Avocado DRINK • Gin and tonic COLORS • Teal, Yellow PET • None |
CHARACTER SAMPLE
MODERN • SLICE OF LIFE • CIRCA 2016
“Please Lottie.”
Stopping her work the woman turned and looked at her brother, the man sitting at the stool of her small bakery - a cup of coffee steaming in front of him. Her eyes narrowed as she turned, leaving behind the carrot cake she had been decorating and leaning across the counter as she looked at him.
“Okay.” She lifted her hand, eyes closing as her face stayed stuck for a moment with her mouth open. “First, you never come over to the bakery.” One finger lifted as she opened her eyes and looked at Willem, green looking into green, “and second,” another finger poking up, “you never say please.”
A shrug left Willem’s shoulders as he took a drink of the coffee.
“You really like this girl don’t you?”
Nodding Willem set the coffee mug down, careful to line up the base of the cup with the lip of the saucer. “I do, so that is why I am asking. Will you please call Arthur and get us into the club Lottie?”
Looking at the man she let out a puff of air from her nose before groaning, the sound high pitched as she slid forward onto the counter. The palms of her hands making a slight squeak on the cement surface before she was completely sprawled out across it, bent over like a petulant child.
“Buuuut.” She was pleading, throwing a small farce of a tantrum. “If I call him, he will make me go to get you in. And then he will come.” There was a whine in her tone, head turning to the side to peek up at her brother, the man looking all but amused. Narrowing her gaze again green eyes peered up through curly locks of hair, lips pursing as she saw the look of disinterest on his face.
“And every time I see him, I have sex with him.”
“I am fully aware of this Lottie.” Willem kept his face on hers, “I have never actually, in the strictest terms of the word, met him.” Cringing he almost remembered the one time he had seen the man, naked, and for only the briefest moment. “Is he extremely charming? He must be to convince my upstanding sister of such acts.”
“No, he is actually kind of an idiot. And for some reason I seem to like it.” Looking at a spot on the floor her mind finally wrapped around the comment he had made. “And hey, don’t be an ass! I think I can come up with a few examples of my brother’s indiscretions. Who was that blonde model girl who was assured that a cup for baking was the same as a wine cup? Yes, Willem.” Leaning forward on the counter she looked at him. “A wine cup. Cup.”
Willem let out a slight chuckle, nodding in agreement as his eyes fluttered. “Fair.”
“So what, was she really charming?”
“She would never have been able to break my heart. That was her appeal.” Taking another drink of his coffee he watched Lottie over the top of the mug as she mockingly glared at him.
“Oh don’t.” She was standing again, throwing her hands up and letting them smack down on her hips. “Don’t play with my heart, and make me feel all bad with your honesty.” Her hands almost made little jazz fingers at the word as she rolled her eyes. “Fine. I will call him. Thursday night?”
“Yes, she has a dress rehearsal on Friday, so I would greatly enjoy to see her before she gets any busier.”
Taking her phone out of her pocket Lottie was dialing, “and I would greatly enjoy not being forced to have sex with idiot men.” Her voice mocking his accent as she placed the phone to her ear, glaring at her brother again as he took another sip from the mug.
“You drink like a 90 year old British woman.”
“You are just mad.”
“Doesn’t mean I am wrong.”
Grinning Willem finished the coffee, getting up and picking up his brown leather portfolio from the counter, “see you Thursday,” his handwaving at her as she was speaking on the phone, lifting a hand and giving Willem the bird as he walked out.
CONNECTIONS • FAMILY
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Olivia Anderson
Mother • Deceased |
Levi Van Heemstra
Father Marina Van Heemstra
Half Sister• 11 Years Younger |
Willem Van Heemstra
Half Brother • 3 Years Older Arthur Durand
Friend • FWB |
Amelia Van Heemstra
Half Sister • 2 Years Older Amber Blum
Travel Companion • Hookup |
Esmee Van Heemstra
Half Sister • 3 Years Younger |