Re: Kitchen: Hugh & Hannah
She shook her head at him, messy hair cascading against the fabric of her dress and tangling along her arms. "No, not for work. I think you can be a traveler. Someone who travels to see and experience things, to love places, to remember them forever and capture them in your mind. Someone who visits old buildings and beautiful sunsets, but I think you need a companion. I don't know who, but someone, and I don't think that's running from anything. I think that's running to, experiencing, living," she explained to him, her smile a warm thing, a knowing thing. He was made for society in a way that she'd only seen in Marcus' circle of friends. People made for people. For suits and tuxes and beautiful dresses. People made for ballrooms and for trips to the Virgin Islands when it was cold. Hugh wasn't Repose forever and tiny spaces in a big, big house.
"Someone gave me a camera once, but I gave it away to someone else. I don't think I'm a person who likes pictures," she admitted. "I mean, I like other people's pictures, but I don't think taking them is something that's for me, and that's okay. But it could be for you." Ear to shoulder, considering. "You should get a better camera," she ultimately decided after regarding and regarding him.