Her brown hues darted from his hands to his face as he spoke next. She suppressed a giggle, lifting her fingers to her lips. He was lackadaisical, was he not? She liked that too. He was neither persistent nor defensive. It was a good thing. “You do not need me for an amico, Speerow,” she reasoned, jerking her thumb towards the man in the corner. His companion, she presumed. “You have the uomo tranquillo to keep you company.” Arden spread opened her arms as she spun around slowly for him to get a good look at her. “Why, look at me,” she pointed out, “I am just an estraneo passing by, a moment of intrigue and then I am gone. I disappear.”
She gestured at his shadowy friend. “But he will not.” Beginning to take a few light steps backward in the direction she’d been headed, Arden granted him with an amused smile, “If you are not aware of this, I will tell you it now. I am not a good conversationalist, uomo divertente. Contrarily, I am very bad at it. I do not know how to, as they would say, 'small talk' and I have certainly overstayed my welcome, no?”