" you want to be prepared… right. " nods as if the concept is foreign to him. probably because his approach to the lights and cameras includes something along the lines of winging it. " let's see, " eyes rake over her, squinting while he assesses. notes her dress, the way it's hugging all the right places and suddenly he's distracted. " you seem like a dinner person. " responds after a brief pause, " simple, y'know? " and if she takes offense to that, he'll apologize later. " maybe italian. or are you one of those girls who only does salads? "
seems her preparedness is truly noted when he so discernibly sponges satin strung body , wine - coloured , side slit . stunning and just sitting in her closet , as if she knew the perfect occasion would come up . her eyes trail where he skims , intrigued . . . and back to reality when he details comes across like experience . ❝ the salad thing’s kinda dated . ❞ like she’s playing catch - up ( and she'll take an active lifestyle to indulge in guilty pleasures . ) hands him warm shirt , ❝ i didn’t take you for a simple guy . ❞ former intrigue resurfaces , lips parting .













