Thread: A Lesson in The Dark (Shyone and fluxarmageddon)

The hacker for hire was caught between listening and paying attention to the way that the barista made their drinks. Her light blue eyes flickered to the side, back over to him as he continuously made a notion to reach out and touch her. Every time she internally clenched herself all tight together, mind drawing a blank and only red flags and alarms whining in her mind. She flinched and drew her hand towards her again, away from his chair and away from him, giving a rather twisted look that was strained between apologetic and wary. This poor guy, it was her initial thought when she recalled that he was paying her a compliment about her looks. Perhaps she had gotten him hook, line, and sinker already. It would be a bore to her if it were that easy. And yet something about how sincere he seemed through his words really put her aside. The most menial of tasks, including taking their drinks in her hands after the barista called them out, proved to be troubling as she took up the cups and offered him his. Want me to push your chair while you have a sip or should I just carry it until we get to the car...? But one thing was troubling her. Kurosawa-san, she finally addressed him and turned to the side to face him, It is not meant as an insult to her that I have rejected your offer to spoil me. I am used to following my own path and it can be a handicap at times when allowing others around me But I must say this or else things will be uncomfortable between us, she averted her gaze, the words lumping in her throat heavily. It was unlike her to allow any of her own personal information out into the open but if he was going to make an effort to try and get to know her then that could prove to be a challenge. Sayaka needed to create a different persona from her own but not today. No, she needed to play her cards carefully. If she gave way to some of her own weaknesses, then perhaps he would continue to keep his guard down. This part was true, however. I am not used to my employers being so charitable or open with me emotionally or physically. The Help is often determined as a lower class of people from what I have learned in the profession. Well in a different way but it applied to many other jobs as well. She always went to the employer that paid the most and did awful things for their bidding. She was a pawn in everyones games and she knew that it was dangerous but it paid the bills. Her life was strange, adventurous, and sometimes scary or demeaning. But she had to do it as it was all she thought herself to be good at. I am just shocked, thats all, she confessed as she waited for him to turn back around in his chair so they could set off toward arrivals where their car was waiting. But I must ask you to warn me or ask my permission if youre going to touch me. I was never aware of peoples intentions with me and forgive me, but some employers can be sketchy with the maids or whoever they end up getting close to in the years. She sighed. Well, she had seen some instances on crime TV and soap operas. That didnt mean that it did not happen in real life, though. One poor girl I knew was charged with thieving at a place I once worked at. The boss continuously made advances, which she had rejected but one night the wife walked in on him making a pass and assumed she was the culprit. Poor girl lost her job and reputation as someone honest. She shook her head. Maybe she should change the topic of conversation before things got too heavy. I know you probably did not mean it that way, she gave a small smile and winked. I wont get hand-sy with you unless you want me too either, okay? A light tease and hopefully the mood would be alleviated. How about she hummed thoughtfully, thinking of what shops they could visit on the way to the temporary place, I have visited many visits in Japan and so I know a few shops we could stop at for all your warmth needs. I actually have something in mind for you, if you dont mind us stopping at an off the wall sort of place.