blue orbs hold a gentle gaze, a faux expresson on her half but one that she’s been keeping up with for months. no longer is she sin rostro , her TITLE had was momentarily retired, thus the softer she is with other people, the less she’s EXPECTED to be the so-called man with no face that everybody is looking for. “ i only asked you if you were okay. “ she’s sat in the club, alone – looking for a woman to flirt with andfuck so that she can forget about her husband for just one night. it was hard PLAYING STRAIGHT. especially when the man she shared her life with was so insufferable. it was his money she adored. it was only ever M O N E Y.
the smile that had been present across her lips soon disappears, lower lip tucking beneath upper as she attempts to read the other woman. alas, no luck. “ you look a little – i don’t know, LOST ? can i buy you a drink? … do you want to talk ? “ rose knows that she won’t want to talk by the response gifted to her for the brief question she had previously asked. but she offers anyway. she has nothing better to do.
FOR HER, a don’t ask me that can be read in two ways: do not ask that specific question again and do not ask anything again. obsessively private, even when it comes down to pure phatic, she stares down at the empty tumbler that was once filled with whiskey, and two fingers press against the cold glass. it’s been a long week. island hopping seems like one of the best options right now, as stockholm seems to still hold her throat in an iron clutch, and the claustrophobia is thick in her lungs.
do you want to talk? — she drinks in silence. normally alone, unless she wants to pick some older guy up and take him back to her hotel for a quick, easy fuck. this is strange — why would anyone who looks like that have anything to do with someone who looks like her? it doesn’t make sense to her, but as lips purse and she considers her response, a stiff shrug nudges her shoulders and eyes flicker back to hers.
‘ you can buy me a beer. without prying. ’
