Rebecca studied his face as it changed, and then it changed back again. “Don’t tempt me,” She said with a smile, keeping their conversation light. “It’s Rebecca, what’s your’s?” She asked, leaning against the arm of one of the arm chairs that surrounded them. “What brings you here? What do you do? Yadda, yadda, yadda…” A laugh escaped her lips as she blurted out the regular questions people were asking after they learned each other’s names.
"I'm Grayson." he replied with a tilt of the head. "Um, I don't really have a specific reason why I'm here. And I.." he trailed off not sure if he should say anything or not. It's not like it was a secret or anything he just wasn't sure how she'd take it. Not to mention the cameras that he knew were around picking up everything he was saying. "Let's say I don't have the most legal of jobs." he continues with a shrug of the shoulders. "What about you?"











