In the time that he had taken to respond she had made her way down the street to the first proper crosswalk. Pausing before remembering where she was, crossing with only a glare at the few cars on the road. There were a few people out and about too, some rowdy and some looking exhausted by the whole party affair already. Luckily on this kind of party night, a woman walking down the road with heels in hand instead of on her feet wasn't that Odd. She had also started to think he had gotten caught up in something more interesting than this, which she couldn't have blamed him for, frankly.
It was. I haven't gone dancing in awhile.
There was no one around to call her odd for snorting in amusement at her phone, not that it would have stopped her anyway.
You know I don't actually wear makeup right? Or maybe he hadn't figured that out, maybe she was just that good, or he wasn't as observative as she had assumed. had he figured it out with Tulip, or had he been so focused on getting her earnings that he hadn't noticed?
This time it was her who hesitated. For a moment almost asking if she could bum one of his fancy cigarettes. But her feet were smarter than that. Taking her towards home rather than towards her bar or his. Surprised you didn't have a date yourself. Charm not what it used to be? They hadn't even talked about his romantic life, even when she had told him a bit of her's, that Sebastian had been in love. James had asked about it when she left the door open, and it was easier for he to talk about than her childhood so. It was fine. Better at boxing one up in her head than the other.