Whitney couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows at him. Always feeling as if she was half entertainment, half semi capable discussion partner where he was concerned. Often with comments like that, she wondered if he meant them, or if he was slightly mocking her. It infuriated her that she couldn’t tell. “This particular, incredibly expensive looking one, yes.” She said with a small shrug, standing her ground. Not that she had any idea about cars. Makes, models, engines. No clue what so ever, but she did know which ones raised a certain price tag. Her fathers underground garage of vehicles had taught her that much. “Dissing your car is me being mean to you? How very guy like of you. But if you’re waiting for me to take it back or apologize, you might as well drop me off again.” Her stubbornness was showing, and the girl herself wasn’t even that surprised.
Despite the cars exterior, what she would admit to was that it was nice and comfy on the inside. The smell of new car was faded, but not entirely lost, the seats were soft, for leather seats anyway, and the radio system looked to be rather fancy, the kind that could play music at a near intolerable level. The oddness of their interactions however had no such bounds apparently. Whitney couldn’t decide if it was curious that they kept bumping into each other in random, seemingly unchosen places, or it it was, in lack of a better word, slightly creepy. Maybe normalcy wasn’t meant for them. Or maybe the universe was just being particularly good at placing them together. She had no idea why, and she could never decide if it was a good or a bad thing. He made her feel on edge, say and do things she usually wouldn’t. That was not someone you should like being around. And yet, she did.
As he started to really drive, it struck her that she had not given him an address, nor could she. Not a real one, not one that wasn’t another lie. No one, not even the regular cab drivers of New York, had ever driven her to the front door of the apartment. She always directed them to stop several blocks away. Twisting her hands together in her lap, Whitney searched for a decision, what to do. And yet, seeing as he hadn’t asked, she might have a bit more time. Chances were they’d be stuck in traffic anyway. “You said to do what I want, what makes me happy, because its my decision to make, not my family’s.” She stated, her voice falling back into its normal quiet self. “You were right though, and I don’t regret taking that advice, I should have done so years ago.” It was so easy to be wise after the fact, to realize that what you had done in the past, the decisions you had made, were incorrect. Were more harmful to you than they were to others. “Probably. Knowing or thinking that doesn’t make it much easier to follow trough, but there is a certain relief in not being able to turn back.” Lifting her gaze from her hands, and placing it back on him, she offered a small smile. “So thank you, I guess.”
James simply shook her head at her comment. Usually, she spoke words that had him reeling, out of complete curiosity, she beguiled him a little bit. However much he thought he knew Whitney, she would throw him for a loop as soon as she came out of her shell, throwing sassy shade his way, which was beginning to be almost constant with their little meetings. But he knew that he was a catalyst for that. That he was an arrogant, albeit old acquaintance that elicited such behavior out of her, because he was there to wind her up. One of his favorite past times, something that he enjoyed perhaps far too much for he enjoyed the payment he received in the form of all her facial expressions and witty remarks.
Over the past 10 - 15 years they had vaguely known each other, he had become accustomed to the ‘new’ Whitney Diamond. Or, perhaps it was just they had never been this close, and this version of her was new to him. He enjoyed her presence, making her feel slightly uncomfortable, causing her to question most of her prevailing thoughts. He didn’t know why, particularly. But it quickly became one of his favorite past times.
He nodded his head, understanding now what advice she was speaking about, and he was pleasantly surprised she had gone through with it, he didn’t think she would be able to. When they had been speaking of it at the museum she almost seemed too assured that was not a road she wanted to venture down, confronting her family and telling them exactly how she felt, and what she wanted, no, needed. Something he had done when he was younger, a way to assert his authority over his parents when he was just a child, he had spent most of his childhood alone and reading, looking after himself. However, she now seemed to have done the same, tell her family that although they brought her into this world, her life was her own to control. “Your welcome.” He gave a small smile. She didn’t seem like she was happy with the fact that her life had changed, or perhaps it was just that. Acclimating to said changes. He hadn’t seen her bodyguards trailing behind them yet. It was almost like he sensed a hint of regret in her words and voice. “It’s hard at the start, but your new found independence will extinguish any flame of regret. Being King of your own world gives you a sort of...” He smirked as he thought of the word, “God-complex. I do whatever I want, whenever I want. I’m a relatively happy man.” He came to a stop at a set of lights, waiting with the rest of the traffic as he realized that he didn’t know where she was walking from, or, to. “Home to the Diamonds manor, then? Or have you got something else in mind?” The idea of James pulling up outside the household of the Diamond’s made him smirk slightly. And he certainly wouldn’t deny the chance.
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