Louise walked with him, glad he didn't stammer or blush or become shy again. She loved that she could just walk with him now, without him wanting to run away from her. When he spoke, she smiled, looking at him fondly.
"I'm glad you do, Rémy. You treat me like a lady. You know how many guys do that?" She asked, squeezing his hand. "I'm just Louise to them, or Rosie, the good time girl." They were away from the din of the party, nearing her trailer, and as they came up to it, she turned to face him.
"Wanna come in? Have a night cap? I got some nice sherry inside." she asked, not wanting to just drag him in with her.