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From: Aela Felice Villette
Aela watched Bryon as he spoke, on his work, his money trouble, all the while studing each expression that brushed over his face like a portait, all the while watching how each word fell like a song from his lips untill his last comment tapped her on the shoulder in request for her to tell him where she was staying.
"Oh, yes, forgive my rudeness there Bryon, go up this street and I believe you make a left down 3rd ave untill you come up to the first Hotel on your right.. the taller one, I seem to be forgetting a lot tonight for the name eludes me." She chuckled softly and leaned back on her seat, getting comfortable in his car as she noticed him starting it up to take her home.
"A reporter... that sounds lovely Bryon, but then so does freelance... they seem to suit you well..." She turned in her seat slightly to stare at him some more, trying to place the reason he felt so familiar to her.
"I really apperciate this ride, these boots can kill your toes if you walk in them for hours on end.. Perhaps in payment to your kindness and manners, would you like to come up for a... drink before you head home?" She kept her eyes on him to watch his expression change to her offer, she always did like to see how they responded to coming up to her apartment, they being any man she asked, even if the numbers have been very slim within her life, she always enjoyed the expression.
The car pulled up towards her place, the brightly lit Hotel stood tall, and she waited for him to open her door for her, which she also knew he would and stepped out standing there with a soft smile. She would let him think about it, not caring about the hours that grew thin before she had to be to bed, he held a certain charm about him, something was so enticing within his presence she could not put her finger on it, but it was there, like a sonnet, beckoning her mind to keep him close.