Her fingers lace with his, in a attempt to secure his worries. A small grin of her own revealing itself.
βI know you willβ
"I'll get this right."
An awkward grin. Reaching out to take her hand, but hesitation. Is that too close right now? They're still feeling things out, right?
What's the allowed to initiate?
βYou know me to well..her to well .. Iβm a socialite darling..and youβre wondering why I havenβt gone back to my fancy penthouseβ¦β
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"I'll make it a nice one. With tablecloths. And good wine."
A weak smile, hand rubbing the back of his head. Typically a Felicia had expensive tastes...