Vienna didn’t believe that look for a moment, but the act was cute nonetheless. “You know I hear people get forgetful in their old age,” she mused, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. By now she hoped Noah knew the age thing didn’t bother her, so joking about it didn’t seem like it would do any kind of harm.
“I grew up in the concrete jungle, any place with even an acre of land seems like a farm to me,” Vienna remarked with a faint smile. “And I may be under the misguided idea that everyone from the state of Montana lives on a farm or a ranch.” She knew it wasn’t true, but she couldn’t help the ideas that sprang up from growing up so far removed from the less crowded and more agriculturally focused areas of the United States. “I could. But I might just use it as an excuse to spend more time with you,” she admitted, not that she felt like she needed and excuse. Plus, the idea of knowing another way to defend herself and Ledger wouldn’t hurt either.
She couldn’t help but smile as Noah set aside his guitar and did exactly as she asked. “Anytime? Really?” Vienna wasn’t evil enough to ask something like that while the danger of hypothermia was a possibility, but he hadn’t put other places – indoor places – off limits. “So the cafeteria or the Four Horsemen would be alright?” She teased, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she caught his gaze. Where did she want him? That sounded an awful lot like a challenge. “Where do you think?” She shot back. The wicked gleam was still in her eyes as she set down her camera and moved in closer to him.