Well...
Since she has already seen decadence's rings, I suspect it's a little late for that.

Floats on in here.

Rotten

well … i don’t have a LOT of time now … maybe an hour …

what about later tonight? i weirdly have a pretty open night tonight

Nope, not waiting for anyone

but I should disclose that I have an appointment in 30 minutes.... So if you have other things to due I totally understand.

Scoundrel

Moonlight

biting my lip a little at the invite

well … mom and dad always told me not to talk to strangers … or get in a strange man’s car … but i guess you’re not really a stranger are you … Mr Lance?

can i assume that you aren’t waiting for/expecting anyone either?

like piercings?
i don't know if She is too into those,
but just in case, maybe i shouldn't talk about those much
laughing

Peeking back in

Nodding, yea, I imagine the ad promo's are pretty lucrative, that would be a nice perk..

Picking up your hand again as I examine the callouses.

Speaking of sinking into the background, out of the way, would you like to go somewhere more private?

Chuckling
Well there are many possibilities when it comes to that.

My own slave has a full set of rings

He was so funny.

https://www.msn.com/en-us/tv/news/bob-newhart-everyman-comic-who-elevated-sitcom-to-art-form-dies-at-94/ar-BB1qeuRX?ocid=msedgntp&pc=HCTS&cvid=9246618c13e04fceadf04a571ff6ec28&ei=55

still laughing a bit

no, i actually meant where She attaches it, on me

yeah … i remember … my memory is pretty good too … just giving you a hard time

and to answer your last question … i do like some of the “perks” of “celebrity” … but there are times i wish i could just go somewhere and sink into the background and not be noticed at all … does that make sense?

Laughing softly
You mean besides you?

Chuckles, you're not giving me a hard time beause I have a good memory are you?

Actually the first day we met you explained how you got the callouses. I was holding your hand in mine, when you revealed the details.. I commented that I wear gloves in the gym.. Is it coming back now. Grinning as I look into your eyes.

So if you were hoping for a stalked experience, thats not me...laughs

laughing a little

tight leashes
and with Her, the things She attaches those leashes to

Apartment
Oh, maybe you weren't as drunk as you let on then.

A teasing little grin, finger lifting to tap the tip of your nose.

Part of her wondered if revealing all the things that could possibly make you less desirable and still having her here would give you some boost of confidence. How can you be horrible if she still chose to come here after hearing everything and giving you some hard truths?

Oh, no no no, you're the one who said you're good in bed.

Clearly, she's flirting. While she may be angelic at times, she's not that kind of angel. A mirror impulse triggers an empathy wince at the change in your expression. Should she get up and close the blinds behind the curtains? She will before she leaves.

Mmm... beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all that.

A gentle purse of her lips.

I don't know about that. You were pretty fantastic last night.

Fingers eventually trail from your hair down behind your ear, along the side of your neck, where they stroke lazily at your chest.

I do. And, I will.

In truth, there's some tiny bit of glee in doing what she wants and disappointing her parents a little. It's not as if they've disowned her, the way yours seem to have done. But she lets you draw her in, draping a foot over your shin, bare leg brushing against yours.

I mean, I don't know that I'm putting much effort into figuring it out, but I figure it'll come to me when it's time.

There's a little shrug that shifts her upper half slightly against your side as you're impressed by her trio of languages.

I grew up in a very traditional family, so I've been speaking all three most of my life. It might be impressive if I'd learned Japanese or something.

You mention that you should introduce her to Mei and though she can see the flicker of pain that comes along with it, she nods.

You should.

But the tone is light and easy, without any actual pressure. You're hungover, she's not going to be as hard on you as she was last night.

Fingers give your ribs a little tickle as you agree that she's giving you a resume, but then she nods. Even though you keep your tone lighter than it was last night, she's connecting all the pieces that give you pain, the ones that weigh on you. Your play was with Dee. And you feel like you ruined it with everything that happened with Holly.

No need.

Instantly, the moment you apologize.

How was Juilliard?

It's the one thing that didn't hold any of that bleakness in your little history.

Ooo...

At your questions, she perks, as if this is way easier than just talking about herself. Which, it is.

Oh, I loved Morocco. Oh, and Switzerland was beautiful. Oo... or maybe Brazil? Oh, Scotland....

Trailing off, she gives a sheepish look.

Clearly, I have lots of favorites.

Then, barely a moment's thought before she goes onto the next question.

I don't know if it's my favorite, but I've been craving rugelach. One with berries. Oo.. or cherry cheesecake.

This time, she stops herself before she rambles off a list. Maybe she isn't better at answering questions. It does feel a little more natural though.

I don't really have time for other hobbies, really. I run and do yoga, but I wouldn't categorize them among 'things I love to do'.

As for here? I don't even know. Last night was the first night I felt cured enough for my jetlag to do anything at all and I just drove around until I found something that seemed interesting. What would you recommend? Or we could explore together, figure it out as we go?

On her wrist, her apple watch vibrates and she glances at it, then grumbles.

Duty calls.

Then, she stretches up to press a kiss against your cheek, gentle and lingering.

Make sure to eat something.

Then she's sliding from the curl of your arm and off the bed. Before she even goes to put clothes on, she's closing your blinds and adjusting the curtains so there aren't shafts of light peeking through. Her jeans and top are in the bathroom still, where she'd changed last night, and she heads there to slip back into them.

In a matter of moments, she'll be gone, but not before depositing another bottle of water on your side of the bed and snagging the muffin she'd selected for herself from the bedside table. You'll find her number in the kitchen, when you make it there. But for now, she's gone.