Time for Relaxation.
“So, smart boy, they say you give good oral”
Jeremy… looked at her. Turned his head and blinked. Rather owlishly. And looked down at the lady in front of him. She looked like she wanted to challenge him to a duel.
And looked sensible while doing so. Which gave him a bit of a headache with the paradox of it.
“Is it true?” She continued - he apparently took too long to answer. She sounded impatient.
“Yes,” he said, because the truth seemed to be the only sensible thing in this moment.
She nodded, somewhat curtly. And threw the money for their combined bill on the counter: “Good. Then come on, we’re leaving”
And the thing was: He could protest at this moment. And thank her for paying his drink. And laugh it off. But. When she walked in the direction of the exit, grabbing a coat on the way, her flat shoes clicking on the floor, he sorted his long limbs and followed. He followed with long strides, making sure not to lose her, following the very distinct ‘clack’.
Out of the club and onto the street and he barely held his own jacket in his hands when her steps stilled and he had to hurry to catch up to her.
“Taxi?” She said, holding the door open to one. And he did feel a bit bowled over when he did slide into the seat, with her following after and addressing him again: “Tell him where to go?”
“Student dorms, please,” he said, the driver nodding and starting to drive.
“… you are awfully well informed,” he addresses her.
“I asked around only a little, mister Taylor, you are apparently known. For being accommodating to ladies” she shrugged, leaning into the cushions, entirely comfortable.
“… not… untrue. And it is also true that being direct works best. But… you are aware I photographed you and people will check in on me, yes?” This was all a little bit surreal.
“What am I going to do? Rob you? You’re a student. Nono… only following the rumours. And those are, that I’ll leave your dorms in a better mood than I arrived” her voice dropped half an octave. And he usually laughed at that kind of playfulness. Today, it apparently meant a wave of cold sweeping over his body. Huh.
“It depends on the lady as well. If I get bored, the mood will only lift very slightly,” because a few rather promising encounters had been… disappointing.
“You told me. Not an issue, but I heard you. So. We walk the rest?” The car stopped. Of course. It wasn’t a long drive.
Jeremy habitually paid the driver and nodded, holding the door open for his – apparent – companion.
It wasn’t a long walk either. He pulled the keys out of a hidden pocket and got in, walked the ten steps to his dorm and slid the key in the lock. Then he stopped and turned around: “This… is quite alright. But… before I open this door… you know I’m Jeremy Taylor. What is your name?”
She smirked and leaned forward, putting a hand over his to turn the key: “Nadia. Nadia Calder. And now… lets have some fun”
He stumbled backwards into his dorm.
Oh.