[ The man - did Rin ever know his name? doesn't matter; they don't recall it now - is stretching one hand, setting it beside the glass. Head cocking loosely, smile turned an easy kind of would-be-beguiling.
'I certainly hope I didn't come all this way for nothing.' There's nothing particularly jarring in his tone. There's honey in his voice, a deftly cocked brow. And it could, in most cases it would be just a little flattering, to hear someone claim they've come looking for Rin.
Rin isn't drawn in just now. Rin's annoyed, slightly, that this guy thinks he's got a right to claim any piece of Rin's time. And Rin realizes they've been watching the man in silence for a moment too long, and they offer a sound, a kind of noncommittal hum.
The guy isn't put off. Takes a drink, smiles: 'We met last week.'
And Rin blinks. Offers a polite smile, nodding slightly, voice. ]
Did we? Yes.
The lounge.
[ On another day, they might have offered this man the near-fullness of their attention. Might have fallen into flirting readily, pleased by the game of it and the attentions garnered. Drawn to the prospect of a one-off fuck, of brief pleasure to punctuate the day.
Now, their focus is divided, and largely pointed elsewhere. They glance at their phone; there's nothing. To be expected, perhaps; Sen might be composing another of his novellas. Or, yes, of course, sending messages elsewhere, or simply sitting, or perhaps conversing with Andi. There are all manner of reasons he might be a bit in responding.
(Still. There's a glancing disappointment. A glance thrown toward the bar. Sen'd laughed, and Rin doesn't need to guess why. Perhaps the message will arrive shortly. And in any case, Rin'll be at the bar soon enough.)
Meanwhile, the man is nodding, stretching back in his chair, arm slung easy. 'I saw you perform. You moved me.'
Again, Rin thinks of the phone in their hand. Again, Rin's response echos dimly with distraction— ]
Did I?
[ The man shifting further back, one finger curling a casual beckoning, and intones, voice just a little lower, a little more hushed: 'I'd like to know more about you.' ]
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'I certainly hope I didn't come all this way for nothing.' There's nothing particularly jarring in his tone. There's honey in his voice, a deftly cocked brow. And it could, in most cases it would be just a little flattering, to hear someone claim they've come looking for Rin.
Rin isn't drawn in just now. Rin's annoyed, slightly, that this guy thinks he's got a right to claim any piece of Rin's time. And Rin realizes they've been watching the man in silence for a moment too long, and they offer a sound, a kind of noncommittal hum.
The guy isn't put off. Takes a drink, smiles: 'We met last week.'
And Rin blinks. Offers a polite smile, nodding slightly, voice. ]
Did we? Yes.
The lounge.
[ On another day, they might have offered this man the near-fullness of their attention. Might have fallen into flirting readily, pleased by the game of it and the attentions garnered. Drawn to the prospect of a one-off fuck, of brief pleasure to punctuate the day.
Now, their focus is divided, and largely pointed elsewhere. They glance at their phone; there's nothing. To be expected, perhaps; Sen might be composing another of his novellas. Or, yes, of course, sending messages elsewhere, or simply sitting, or perhaps conversing with Andi. There are all manner of reasons he might be a bit in responding.
(Still. There's a glancing disappointment. A glance thrown toward the bar. Sen'd laughed, and Rin doesn't need to guess why. Perhaps the message will arrive shortly. And in any case, Rin'll be at the bar soon enough.)
Meanwhile, the man is nodding, stretching back in his chair, arm slung easy. 'I saw you perform. You moved me.'
Again, Rin thinks of the phone in their hand. Again, Rin's response echos dimly with distraction— ]
Did I?
[ The man shifting further back, one finger curling a casual beckoning, and intones, voice just a little lower, a little more hushed: 'I'd like to know more about you.' ]