“Of course, I have no idea why I didn’t remember that.” Looking over to the couch her smile was genuinely amused. As far as her relationships went, they were all business and his grasp of that was better than most; they used each other and she generally still came out ahead. Not that Radio ever seemed to complain. Carrying the sugar back into the kitchen, she wasted no time in efficiently preparing a tray. Two mugs of tea, her’s was mixed with cream and sugar, and the two plates of baklava along with linen napkins. She ever had a few calla lilies in a blue bottle vase. In her home, beauty reigned supreme – as it had for centuries. “Why don’t you tell me a little bit of what you’ve been doing while away? I never thought I’d see the day when you chose to hole up in the country – too many fathers with shot guns.” Her lopsided grin took a bit of the sting out of her words. They’d known each other a long time, and she rarely let him live down any indiscretions.
With the tray safely on the table, Media tucked herself gracefully on the couch next to him, her tea in her hands. Both hands stayed wrapped around the mug while she leaned in enough to rest her fore head on his shoulder. He certainly smelled better than last time. And it had been a while since she’d needed to be close to anyone, almost too long. She was starting to forget some of the perks besides merely getting her way. “Don’t tell me you ended up married to another sixteen year old. The last one made off with a pair of my very nice Prada pumps.”