Re: Near the Entrance
She almost didn't see him coming, he moved so quickly, but Samuel Wolfe was a hard man to miss. Almost before she knew it, he was upon her, and half-remembered dreams suddenly became a thousand times clearer in his direct physical presence. Another girl might have blushed - and maybe there was a faint tinge of pink to her cheeks, but it was thankfully invisible in the dim light of the club. After their last conversation, and her extremely vivid and intimately detailed dream of them/not them, Lia wasn't quite sure how to approach him, so she offered him a somewhat more reserved smile and said,
"I'm afraid not. Though I could probably make a good argument for field research if I were an academic, I'm not on the clock right now. How are you, Samuel?"