tamara let her arms fold above her chest as she watched his gestures one by one. the amount of silence in between his sentences didn’t bother her, it was noticeable that he simply needed time to think. she did too, she always did. and having a senseless response casted at her head wouldn’t be appreciated at all. eyebrows were raised at the final reply and her hands soon found their way back at her sides, brushing against them before resting still. ❝someone’s very popular then, hm?❞ if this was another one of those guys who were incredibly full of themselves, tamara would deserve a price for meeting so many in such little time. she rolled her eyes a little and pulled on the chair opposite his table, only to sit down and cross one leg over the other. ❝i don’t believe in luck. not anymore. but thanks for the offer. i’ll rather go gain money with hard work. that’s when i know that i deserve it.❞
victor sat completely still with his hands positioned against his lap, eyes pierced to every single movement that the older had made. a small smile graced his lips at her response. as much as he loves compliments, but victor could detected sarcasm in that very word. how could he not realised when he abuses sarcasm himself? “hah, no. not from popularity. more like, family portraits and stuff.” the male looked down at his watch currently indicating that it’s just 10 minutes before four, plenty of time to linger around before going home — and the female at the front was one of the reason enough to glued his ass to this chair without any objection. you see, her answers is enough to perk his interest — quite a rare thing to do, really. “i’d applause for you if i COULD, but we’re in public, and that would gain unnecessary attention, no? anyways, you seemed to be in a positive mindset, i like that a lot. negative people aren’t that FUN these days.”