Re: Lavender/Zach
"But she's still fictional. I think I prefer reality." Zach's lips curved into a wry smile. "Such as it is."
At Lavender's rack comment, Zach was startled into a laugh that nearly made him choke on his champagne. Her figure was nice- Zach was not above noticing- but he'd been trying to behave himself, for the most part.
"All that and modest, too," he said with a small shake of his head. "And coming from me that's saying something."
Zach looked at Lavender for a long moment, his face gone contemplative, a rare enough look for him. He drained his champagne flute; they were so damn small, and his metabolism meant he didn't even feel a buzz. He'd keep trying anyway.
"You, I might actually tell. Which is strange, considering your occupation, but I feel like you might understand better than most people." He shrugged. "But not here, not with all these people about."
He felt the same way, and he really couldn't say that about most other people he knew. "Do you like the ocean? You ought to come down to St Ives sometime."