[ A pleasant shiver ran down her spine hearing Diego’s voice. It made her think of a cap tent cat, pleased with itself. The teasing lit and smirk on his face only added to the imagery. Rey would be thinking about the near purr of his voice, the softness of his lips and smirk long after they parted for the evening. ]
Ahh… [She had been lost in thought that she nearly forgot about the question and failed to realize it was a joke.
Her arm slipped through his, staying at his side as they exited the park. Thankfully, there wasn’t any sight of that old woman with her dog.]
No, not afraid. Just…more cautious. [A woman walking alone at night wasn’t the safest thing. Rey had to be mindful of where she was, and if anyone else was around her. One couldn’t be too careful. ] And, well…we didn’t need an audience.
[She muttered the last part softly, trying to hide the embarrassment in her voice.
There was a question as to which company Diego worked for. Or, where he worked for his job. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but she knew what that cover could be used for.
Her childhood upbringing (or lack thereof) gave her more insight into the dark side of people than she wanted. It could easily be remedied with a background check—but that would be over doing it. From what Rey knew of Diego, he didn’t seem like the type to have ties to a criminal organization. He wanted to help people, not harm them.
The question didn’t leave her lips, only a nod of understanding. ]
I try to keep to a consistent schedule, but I sometimes work evenings…especially if there’s a big project. [Or when she couldn’t sleep, or stressed. It was usually the former. ]
Is that why you’re proficient with knife throwing? [That question slipped passed her lips before she had the chance to think. Internally Rey winced, hoping she didn’t stick her foot in her mouth.]
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Date: 2024-11-10 12:24 pm (UTC)Ahh… [She had been lost in thought that she nearly forgot about the question and failed to realize it was a joke.
Her arm slipped through his, staying at his side as they exited the park. Thankfully, there wasn’t any sight of that old woman with her dog.]
No, not afraid. Just…more cautious. [A woman walking alone at night wasn’t the safest thing. Rey had to be mindful of where she was, and if anyone else was around her. One couldn’t be too careful. ] And, well…we didn’t need an audience.
[She muttered the last part softly, trying to hide the embarrassment in her voice.
There was a question as to which company Diego worked for. Or, where he worked for his job. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but she knew what that cover could be used for.
Her childhood upbringing (or lack thereof) gave her more insight into the dark side of people than she wanted. It could easily be remedied with a background check—but that would be over doing it. From what Rey knew of Diego, he didn’t seem like the type to have ties to a criminal organization. He wanted to help people, not harm them.
The question didn’t leave her lips, only a nod of understanding. ]
I try to keep to a consistent schedule, but I sometimes work evenings…especially if there’s a big project. [Or when she couldn’t sleep, or stressed. It was usually the former. ]
Is that why you’re proficient with knife throwing? [That question slipped passed her lips before she had the chance to think. Internally Rey winced, hoping she didn’t stick her foot in her mouth.]