Like most of her days in the Capitol, it seemed Demi was going from one extreme to the other in very short length of time. From plastering on a smile, feigning a relationship and praying the Stepfords don’t look to close. Too sighing in relief the minute she could slip back into Isaac’s apartment, discarding the cardigan, pastels and pearls in favor of something that was more her. Gone was the plastered on smile, the air of being happy in this place and the desire to fit in. There were few people she didn’t have to put on act on for within the walls of the Capitol, and by some odd twist of fate Lita fell into the category of people Demi didn’t have to pretend around. Of course there were things the Doc didn’t know, things she had no plans of telling her. Still, she didn’t have to hide her rough edges, rein in her sass or even pretend like the horrors of La Quinta didn’t exist. Friendship hadn’t exactly been something she had gone out seeking that day she had walked into the UMCB, but she wasn’t complaining, either.
Of course the dinner date was scheduled as their makeshift attempt at physical therapy, but in truth Demi had a feeling that wasn’t going to be the focus. After all, wine and a sneakily snapped picture of Isaac’s butt (a deal was a deal after all), kind of gave her the impression that this was going to be more of a girl’s night, than a check up. Nevermind the fact that Demi still wanted to hear all about Lita’s escapades with a man who was keeping her out past curfew.
Prepping dinner had been a nice way to relax, rid herself of the last bits of stress that putting on a show for Rose and her gaggle of senator’s wives had weighed her down with. Dinner wasn’t anything fancy, a couple small steaks and canned vegetables, but the steak alone was more than what most people could claim to having. So Demi didn’t think she’d be getting any complaints about the simplicity of dinner, though.
The knock alerting her to Lita’s arrival came just as she was turning the heat down on the steaks. With one final check to make sure everything would be alright while she stepped away from the stove, Demi crossed the rather spacious apartment and pulled open the door, a friendly smile gracing her features as her gaze settled on the other woman. “You better get inside before this place starts gossiping about the mystery woman showing up at Isaac Callahan’s place,” she said in way of a greeting, stepping aside to allow the other woman to slip inside. “God knows that poor man doesn’t need the Stepfords squawking about another woman in his apartment.”