08-30-2013, 02:33 PM
Giovanni had a timid laugh. The sort that escaped from a man used to remaining quiet, hidden, and unnoticed. Claire's chuckling was not overly boisterous, but rather was reflective of the amusement warming her from within. Or perhaps that was the gin.
She was taking another lady-like sip when he declined a third drink. It was a gesture of a man with a will. Two drinks and done, Claire's mother always said. Just enough to feel warm and uninhibited, but not truly shake your judgment.
She set her glass back atop the napkin and blinked, considering that perhaps she should stop at just one drink, because she was actually considering--
Her thoughts cut off. Whenever you are ready. And her mouth parted in surprise.
Claire was taken aback. Confused and surprised. "You want to go now?"
The man moved quickly didn't he!
She wasn't quite sure what to think of this, and turned to studying the still surface of her drink while she thought out loud. "I am afraid I will have to take a raincheck, Giovanni. I was on my way to a psychic shop, looking for work. Unless..."
She suddenly looked back at him, leaning forward with slight anticipation, though she did nothing crass or flirtatious, such as drape a palm across his well-placed arm.
"Unless you are interested in hiring a personal stylist?"
A smile grew across her lips. Yes, this was what he needed. Not a life coach. A stylist. "I could show you what to wear, how to talk, where to go. And if we play our cards right,... well, who knows...?
She was taking another lady-like sip when he declined a third drink. It was a gesture of a man with a will. Two drinks and done, Claire's mother always said. Just enough to feel warm and uninhibited, but not truly shake your judgment.
She set her glass back atop the napkin and blinked, considering that perhaps she should stop at just one drink, because she was actually considering--
Her thoughts cut off. Whenever you are ready. And her mouth parted in surprise.
Claire was taken aback. Confused and surprised. "You want to go now?"
The man moved quickly didn't he!
She wasn't quite sure what to think of this, and turned to studying the still surface of her drink while she thought out loud. "I am afraid I will have to take a raincheck, Giovanni. I was on my way to a psychic shop, looking for work. Unless..."
She suddenly looked back at him, leaning forward with slight anticipation, though she did nothing crass or flirtatious, such as drape a palm across his well-placed arm.
"Unless you are interested in hiring a personal stylist?"
A smile grew across her lips. Yes, this was what he needed. Not a life coach. A stylist. "I could show you what to wear, how to talk, where to go. And if we play our cards right,... well, who knows...?