careful precision. he saunters closer to her, features smooth.
hands unclasp so they can reach ——
…and wrap around the bronze bar she is so prettily leaning against; slumped.
” i wasn’t too entirely enthusiastic about attending
the one i just got out of. but, ah. it was, bearable.”
eyes flicker to her. scan her, quickly.
“ you’re dressed more for a date than a meeting.”
he’s not coming onto her. it’s just conversation. she seems intelligent, and he likes, respects that.
it’s late in the day, the building bathed in warm light. evening. the city gleams, that caption between day and night ; meeting.
his curious, bright eyes turn back to her.
She turns questioning eyes to the stranger, the corner of her lips quirking up into a half-smile. He seems to understand and she’s a little relieved by that. These sorts of things she can’t really talk about with her friends. They don’t share the same burden of carrying an entire industry on their shoulders — and at such a young age.
His comment makes her laugh; quiet but amused. “I’d hardly call discussing business over champagne and fine dining with a bunch of stuffy old suits twice my age a date. I normally like going to events, but usually it’s my father doing all the business talk. I guess it could be worse, though.”
She is dressed nicely, so she understands why he’d assume that. When she talks and turns her head, her earrings twinkle in the fading light like stars. Dating, however, was completely out of the question. There was too much work and not enough time.
