07-28-2014, 06:47 PM
She seemed to grow distant, lost in thought if he hadn't missed his guess, especially towards the end of his tale. Whatever she was thinking of, did not sit well with her. The woman tensed, and seemed to shy away from whatever memory it was that was haunting her. It was only a guess, but it was probably something to do with her experiences in Dominance V. He couldn't imagine such an experience not dominating one's attention.
When she seemed to return to the moment, he smiled sympathetically, clearly not offended that she hadn't been paying attention. He had worked with many people in the past going through similar emotional states; although in that respect, they had been victims of crimes mostly. She, he suspected, was not one to see herself as a victim.
She had already proven the type that did not like to talk about herself; not so different from himself, in that respect. So asking her if she wished to talk about what was troubling her seemed a bit too invasive, especially for a first date. Perhaps a third, should he be so lucky. For the moment, a change of topic was needed.
"You spent time in South America. Did you ever get a chance to visit the Real Gabinete Portugues De Leitura in Rio de Janeiro?"
It was considered one of the world's most beautiful libraries, and had an intriguing collection of letters and journals from the age of exploration and piracy of the New World, showing a glimpse of wonders that were later destroyed by the Europeans. Tenochtitlán, which later became Mexico City, for example.
Those works had been obtained as the Mexican National Library had been forced to auction off some of it's rarer works to make up for the drastic budget cuts they suffered, as the country, so closely linked to the US market, had floundered terribly in the recent decades.
She had seemed interested in the restaurant's decor, relating it to the library where she had gone to medical school. Perhaps they shared an interest in such things? He could appreciate the history and grandeur of the world's great libraries, and he had always counted himself lucky to live in the CCD, as it had made it easy to visit no few of those places in his life.
Edited by Drayson, Jul 28 2014, 06:48 PM.
When she seemed to return to the moment, he smiled sympathetically, clearly not offended that she hadn't been paying attention. He had worked with many people in the past going through similar emotional states; although in that respect, they had been victims of crimes mostly. She, he suspected, was not one to see herself as a victim.
She had already proven the type that did not like to talk about herself; not so different from himself, in that respect. So asking her if she wished to talk about what was troubling her seemed a bit too invasive, especially for a first date. Perhaps a third, should he be so lucky. For the moment, a change of topic was needed.
"You spent time in South America. Did you ever get a chance to visit the Real Gabinete Portugues De Leitura in Rio de Janeiro?"
It was considered one of the world's most beautiful libraries, and had an intriguing collection of letters and journals from the age of exploration and piracy of the New World, showing a glimpse of wonders that were later destroyed by the Europeans. Tenochtitlán, which later became Mexico City, for example.
Those works had been obtained as the Mexican National Library had been forced to auction off some of it's rarer works to make up for the drastic budget cuts they suffered, as the country, so closely linked to the US market, had floundered terribly in the recent decades.
She had seemed interested in the restaurant's decor, relating it to the library where she had gone to medical school. Perhaps they shared an interest in such things? He could appreciate the history and grandeur of the world's great libraries, and he had always counted himself lucky to live in the CCD, as it had made it easy to visit no few of those places in his life.
Edited by Drayson, Jul 28 2014, 06:48 PM.