And you see this is why we would be the best People scandal. You like to troll me. And I...come running like Pavlov's dog. Perfect celebrity trainwreck.
[He's just saying. Could be fun. He will guide her back down the stairs and out to their waiting limo though.]
Your place?
[He is assuming; he has yet to have an acceptance of a nightcap at Chez Carter.]
You ever want to get a midlife crisis out you know where to find me.
[Because. Obviously that is not what today was about, feelings. This was just a nice date between friends. But he will hand her into the limo, following after and direct the driver to her place. See her to the door because why not and so forth.]
I'll text you about access for that room. [And— he taps his hand against his thigh.] You looked nice tonight. Keep your head up, Rosalind.
[With a wave he'll head back to the limo to be on his way unless she has some parting volleys she wants to get off. Not so bad an end to the evening. Gotta be some kind of points in that?]
no subject
[He's just saying. Could be fun. He will guide her back down the stairs and out to their waiting limo though.]
Your place?
[He is assuming; he has yet to have an acceptance of a nightcap at Chez Carter.]
no subject
[Someday, perhaps, she'll accept another drink at his house, but even then, all it will mean is a drink, nothing more.]
no subject
[Because. Obviously that is not what today was about, feelings. This was just a nice date between friends. But he will hand her into the limo, following after and direct the driver to her place. See her to the door because why not and so forth.]
I'll text you about access for that room. [And— he taps his hand against his thigh.] You looked nice tonight. Keep your head up, Rosalind.
[With a wave he'll head back to the limo to be on his way unless she has some parting volleys she wants to get off. Not so bad an end to the evening. Gotta be some kind of points in that?]