08-20-2014, 06:41 PM
Torri leaned against the door after she closed it behind her. Images of Drayson's near-impish grin and flip of his shirt knit jitters into her stomach.
It took a moment to return to earth as she rolled her eyes at her girlish reaction. She shoved off to go about the process of making herself presentable. Or at the very least .. dry.
She wasn't gone long. Even at her finest Torri didn't dawdle in front of the mirror. She changed into black, comfortable pants and a button down white shirt. She wrapped her damp hair into a bun and tied it up at the neck. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed her makeup wasn't running or smeared about obscenely and that was about the extent of attention she devoted to herself. She did spare a look around the room to make sure everything was in order. She didn't expect to be giving her guest a tour any time soon, but her mother's voice resounded the expectation anyway.
When she returned, she felt almost as fresh as she looked. She was tired, still, but the prospect of tea lured her almost as eagerly as the prospect of Drayson's company.
She smiled when she returned and saw him before the windows. They were on the top floor, and the view gave her flat a meager horizon. Most of the buildings were of similar height, but many were lower and the sparkle of city lights could be seen in multiple directions. Unfortunately, there was no sights of the Kremlin or anything else particularly Moscovian.
She indicated the change of attire. Her hair was pulled back, but the earrings and slender necklace she wore at dinner were visible at her ears and beneath the button rows. "I hope you don't mind, but that was my only black dress."
She grabbed her own cup of tea, now properly steeped. Curls of steam whisked at her upper lip as she took a sip. The warmth flooded down her chest as she swallowed contentedly.
It took a moment to return to earth as she rolled her eyes at her girlish reaction. She shoved off to go about the process of making herself presentable. Or at the very least .. dry.
She wasn't gone long. Even at her finest Torri didn't dawdle in front of the mirror. She changed into black, comfortable pants and a button down white shirt. She wrapped her damp hair into a bun and tied it up at the neck. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed her makeup wasn't running or smeared about obscenely and that was about the extent of attention she devoted to herself. She did spare a look around the room to make sure everything was in order. She didn't expect to be giving her guest a tour any time soon, but her mother's voice resounded the expectation anyway.
When she returned, she felt almost as fresh as she looked. She was tired, still, but the prospect of tea lured her almost as eagerly as the prospect of Drayson's company.
She smiled when she returned and saw him before the windows. They were on the top floor, and the view gave her flat a meager horizon. Most of the buildings were of similar height, but many were lower and the sparkle of city lights could be seen in multiple directions. Unfortunately, there was no sights of the Kremlin or anything else particularly Moscovian.
She indicated the change of attire. Her hair was pulled back, but the earrings and slender necklace she wore at dinner were visible at her ears and beneath the button rows. "I hope you don't mind, but that was my only black dress."
She grabbed her own cup of tea, now properly steeped. Curls of steam whisked at her upper lip as she took a sip. The warmth flooded down her chest as she swallowed contentedly.