Thread: Going Down? (Traveler & Charlotte)

The blonde walked happily along, enjoying the small breeze that carried bits of Fall along with it. Her mouth puckered some in thought as she considered the handsome-neighbors response to her follow up question. No clients. Just opportunities. Whatever the hell that meant. And since she had no real intention of getting to know this man, she just nodded and offered a small shrug of a shoulder. Her glance trailed over to him at the same time, catching an exceptionally wide smile across his face. It looked slightly out of place, considering shed only ever seen his flirty grins and sour, grumpy faces. Olive listened to the complaint about his girlfriend, and in turn about her complaints over her coworkers. Out-dated trollop..? She wondered, catching a hint of familiarity in the phrase before shed skimmed over the gist of the entire sentence. The woman scoffed, the sound momentarily twisting her otherwise sweetened features to that of annoyed disgust. Sounds like something my bitchy client would say about me, honestly. She sighed, rolled her eyes and resumed with the rest of the conversation. Yep. She agreed, both to his comment on different strokes and the fact that theyd arrived to their shared building. Olive followed his gaze upwards to the complex and sighed softly at nothing in particular. When she looked back down and towards him, he had begun to say something else. Olive listened and chuckled idly, her eyes softening and brows twitching into a position that gave her a slightly sympathetic look. Either because things had gotten so bad with his girlfriend that he considered cheating on her, because he really would cheat on her and the ramifications of that decision for those involved, or because he thought in any case that Olive would make a good wingman. Unless he wanted to bed men that looked like.. well, he did.. that wasnt going to work out. But, what did she know? Maybe he swung both ways.. .. Nah, shed seen too many skirts in that elevator and not one male. Not without the neighbor present and jousting with, anyway. And any women she picked up for him would likely be more interested in her than in him, which.. would prove to earn no results for either of them. Nah, Im gonna pass on that. She answered through another soft laugh, giving his chest a gentle, reassuring series of pats. Her shiny red nails, pale skin and delicate fingers in stark contrast to the heavy, dark material of his coat. Good luck, though. She smiled warmly, thinking no less of her neighbor than when theyd headed out originally. She knew his type. She was just glad not to be in those high-maintenance overly-expensive heels his girlfriend probably wore.. or the pair that adorned the feet of whatever pretty legs hed find later on. Ill see you around, Olive said with a small wave as she began to turn and dismiss herself, Thanks for the company. She added, then turned, and walked into the building. Into the elevator, up the floors.. to her hallway.. and into her home. Holy shit. Olive held her hand over her chest and felt the manic thumping of her heartbeat. Shed done it. She made it through a whole conversation with handsome-neighbor, had a nice little walk with him, hed even somewhat asked her to a club.. and she didnt fumble or trip or anything! Pretty good day, overall.