Danielle’s brows furrowed together at his words. “Oh, that was the worst. A lonely stay at home housekeeper decided to write a generic book. A somewhat love story.” Danielle read the first page of the book before throwing it away to the flames. It was poorly written and together with the content, it was ridiculous. Though she did go see the first move, only to be disappointed. That time, she was the girl who threw things at the screen while bad mouthing every second scene. No shame there. “A surprise, is still a surprise, no matter the outcome. And well… That’s a good question.” Her eyes moved away from his frame and stared into the distance as she tried to think of an answer for him. There was such a thing as girl code, but that would never be put on him. Technically, he owed her no loyalties. There was only one thing that she knew she would never return from. “Trust. I don’t hand that out easily as it goes. There isn’t even a handful of people that have that. But I don’t do second chances. Once it’s gone, there’s nothing to turn back.” He shoulders shrugged lightly. This was all to blame the people who raised her. Probably was something that was too deep to change, and to be fair, she didn’t even want to change it. That simply gave her the skin that allowed her to do and be the fuck she wanted to. A smile crept back on her lips, as she moved her head to face him once again. “I think the empty-headed bimbos would take 50%, then the rest will be shared by the men who want to take your place, and the people whose jobs you took over when you opened your practice here. You may be drop-dead gorgeous, but you also have brains. It’s a double threat for the whole town.”
Grinning, Danielle took another sip from her glass, before placing it back down on the table. “To each their own.” Her own home had all the necessities to make it look like it was someone’s home. But if she moved and another family went in, there wouldn’t need to be a single change. Her place simply looked like something out of a magazine. It was her way of protesting the fact that this was the town that she stayed in the longest in the last five years. The thought that she could get her bag and go, soothed her. Danielle stayed in her place, her one arm resting on the couch. “I’ve got to get things going somehow.” She smirked, as she sucked in her lower lip. “Surely, after a long day of work, you’d want to relax. I thought I’d let you make the move.”
“For someone who dislikes it so, so much, you know a lot about it.” Teo pointed out with a small, cheeky smirk as he observed Danielle. He wouldn’t really be too surprised if she secretly liked the books and the movies, and while he couldn’t judge her on it, he could still poke fun at her for it. It was what the two of them did, after all. Tease each other, make fun of each other, and then sleep together. How dysfunctional yet comfortable it was. He remained silent,t hen, as their conversation turned a little more serious, and Teo allowed Danielle to talk, to open up to him- in a way, at least. It was all being done step by step, even if he wasn’t sure this was the direction they were supposed to take things at. “It’s a fairly good thing. Anyone, who breaks your trust, should not remain in your life.” Teo agreed. It was something he stuck to over the many centuries he was alive. It was the only proper way he could survive for so long, after all. Only, at times, he would push it to the max, and simply trust no one. “Well then. I’ll try not to break your trust. Everything else, but that, I’ll do whatever I please with.” He added, cheekily, with a small smile.
“Have I really taken over that many jobs? I just assumed that people in this town were prone to accidents.” He couldn’t complain about the lack of work, really. It was more than enough to keep him occupied during the day, and the many extra hours he had to put in were something that Teo genuinely enjoyed. So he took another sip of his drink, enjoying the burn of alcohol that traveled down his throat, before he focused back on Danielle. “Don’t tell me your house is littered with personal possessions. You don’t strike me as the kind to have something like that.” He might have not known her so well, but he hoped he knew her well enough. At least, he was observant enough. Still, as she spoke again, he focused on her instead, a small, teasing smirk appearing on the man’s face. “Oh, you’d let me make the move? You make it sound like you’re the one in charge here, darling.”