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“i’m not -” kaela’s answer was quick, self- assured, tossed into the air as she continued down the aisle of the theater. “though early bird DOES catch the worm, hopefully, when it comes to just… a COUPLE moments of your time. i’m kaela - i actually graduated from here, but i work for buena vista magazine. i’m helping with an article that i had you in mind for - top thirty women in their thirties.” she was not usually a talker - unless she was AFTER something of course, and oftentimes, it was a story. normally it was something pretty hard hitting and… it would be RIGHT to be skeptical, but the piece was for women’s history month, and opting for a change in tone to something inspiring might… do her some good. “i went to your office on campus, but one of the secretaries sent me here. i was hoping to set up a time to actually talk… if you’re interested.”
“really?” it was clear almost immediately that her interest had been caught ; dafne could not help the fact that her busy hands stilled and her back straightened, as if such actions could make her hear any better. the irony of the situation was not lost on her. ten years before, she’d appeared in a much different article ; something along the lines of ‘thirty up and coming stars under thirty’, though the exact title now evaded her. it was hard to know if it was the blast from her past that brought her pause or not, but she can’t help but be a little HONORED, even now. kaela commands her full attention - dafne even going so far as to turn on her heel and lean against the table she was preparing, half smile upon her lips. “it’s nice to meet you, kaela,” she genuinely means that, too, “it’s an honor to be thought of, but...- while i’m not the sort of woman to say never, i haven’t done an interview with any sort of press for several years, now. my name...- has been dragged through the mud enough, i’m afraid.”
