Vienna Albrecht (taintedview) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-11-10 01:03:00 |
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This wasn’t a date. Vienna couldn’t think about it like a date, because that would make things complicated, and she didn’t need complicated. She and Noah were just having fun, that’s all this was. Easy banter and witty retorts, a nice escape from all the grim shit they had to deal with on a daily basis. So if this wasn’t important, why had she spent more time on her appearance than she had in months, maybe even years. She was going to ignore the way she wished she still had that green Hervé Léger dress of her mother's and a pair of Christian Louboutin's. Both would have looked out of place for a simple dinner in Noah's cell anyway, and this wasn't a date, so there was no reason to dress up. That same short phrase played on repeat in her mind in rhythm to the thudding noise her boots made against the concrete as she followed Noah's directions to his cell. So what if she had bothered to put on make-up, she was still wearing the same old clothing she would have worn any other day of the week. They didn't even know each other beyond the banter the exchanged. Noah didn't know key things about her, like the fact she had a kid, or even her last name. Though she knew his, but only because she was observant and had remembered what the guy at the wall had called him. Shaking her head as if the shake all these thoughts loose, Vienna took a deep breath as she vowed not to think about this anymore. Thinking about it would complicate whatever this was, and complications were not a thing she needed in her life right now. This was just a simple, shallow attraction to a man who presented a challenge, and she had never been able to back down from a challenge. Or at least that's what she was going to keep telling herself. Turning the corner, Vienna stopped at the end of the hallway to get her bearings and make sure she approached the right cell. Once she was positive she had the right cell, Vienna ran a hand over her hair and tugged at the hem of her shirt, absentminded habits, ones ingrained in her to make sure she had always been presentable. The walk from the end of the hallway to Noah's cell was short, and as reached the door she tapped on the frame as she asked. "So, are you ready to wow me?" |