02-01-2015, 08:52 AM
Enzo's brow was pinched thoughtfully low when he accepted the envelope from Emily. The paper felt alien in his hands, but he folded it and hid it in a pocket promptly. The doorman was witness to the exchange, and Enzo did not dismiss his lingering eye. Emily would be a wealthy, valuable client to them. Her friendly demeanor likely dolled out generous tips when someone so much as held the door open for her. Any threat to that bankroll would be harshly dealt with. Although Enzo doubted it would come to such a confrontation, he was much aware of his own impropriety. He was ill at ease surrounded, perched on the stoop of a gilded kingdom as he was: like the peasant-boy escorting the princess home to her castle but fully banned from entering her world itself. If he wore his newly purchased suit, he greatly assumed circumstances would be entirely different. How the world depended so heavily on first impressions.
He was glad to see Emily away, feeling much more comfortable sharing White's company than her's. "Am I the naive one, or was that odd to you too?"
He asked as they left the shadow of her opulent hotel. He retrieved the crumpled envelope and turned it over in his hands. The urge to deposit it into a trash receptacle rose enough that he altered his path to swing closer to one as it approached. It would be best for her sake to cever all ties. But at the last minute, though, he sighed and stuffed it back in his pocket.
"Should we meet at the club itself or arrive together?"
The ogling cameras at the door would likely assume them to be a couple if they came together, which actually might not be a bad idea, if it kept young women like Emily from distracting him from his search all night. However, Enzo was not entirely comfortable with the implication, not because White was male, but because he preferred to not want to field inquiries into his relationships at all. His heart and soul would always belong only to Mireille. He devoted the remainder of his life to the Atharim to avoid reopening such wounds.
He was glad to see Emily away, feeling much more comfortable sharing White's company than her's. "Am I the naive one, or was that odd to you too?"
He asked as they left the shadow of her opulent hotel. He retrieved the crumpled envelope and turned it over in his hands. The urge to deposit it into a trash receptacle rose enough that he altered his path to swing closer to one as it approached. It would be best for her sake to cever all ties. But at the last minute, though, he sighed and stuffed it back in his pocket.
"Should we meet at the club itself or arrive together?"
The ogling cameras at the door would likely assume them to be a couple if they came together, which actually might not be a bad idea, if it kept young women like Emily from distracting him from his search all night. However, Enzo was not entirely comfortable with the implication, not because White was male, but because he preferred to not want to field inquiries into his relationships at all. His heart and soul would always belong only to Mireille. He devoted the remainder of his life to the Atharim to avoid reopening such wounds.