Emily smelled the lily and looked at the young man with a raised eyebrow. She had asked what he does for a living, and he had told her about... a hobby. "Fine then, Mr. Mystery, be secretive," she smirked.
Another thing came to her mind and she changed to subject. "Oh, thanks once again for getting my laptop from there," she pointed at the ballroom doors. "I got the screen fixed, but I sure as hell haven't even peeked in there again after that day."