Visions of you (open)

[Nate]

"Well, then I take it back. I'm not sorry," he quickly replied, taking back his apology.

He exhaled slowly and felt himself chew on the inside of his cheek. It had been so long since he had even really talked to a girl that he wasn't completely sure if he was making a fool out of himself or not.

"You... you really liked it though?"

[Trixie]

She smiled, laughing a little. "Well, yeah. A girl likes it when cute boys say nice things to 'er."

[Nate]

"Cute?" He asked, smiling bashfully at her. He shook his head slowly, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. "Nah, I think you've got the wrong guy."

[Trixie]

She grinned brighter at him. "Aw, Nate, come on now. Give yourself some credit! A' course you're cute! You're tall and you got those eyes."

[Nate]

"We've all got eyes," he teased, lifting his free hand up to lightly rest it underneath her chin. "If you wanna talk about eyes, you should go ahead and take a look at yours. They put mine to shame any day of the week, if I may say so!"

[Trixie]

She smiled at him, thought she couldn't help but blush a little. "That's sweet, Nate."

[Nate]

"Nah, it's just the truth," he replied casually as he withdrew his hand from underneath her chin.

He watched her in silence for a moment or two, a thoughtful look on his face. "I'd imagine your boyfriend will come looking for you soon..." So what if he was fishing for information? Last time he checked, there wasn't a crime against it.

[Trixie]

She laughed. "Oh, I don't have a boyfriend, Nate. I don't really do boyfriends real well. They never liked how I made a livin'."

[Nate]

"How you make a livin'?" He asked, curious. Upon hearing this, he could almost predict what she would say her occupation was, but he wasn't about to jump to conclusions despite his hunch.

Well, maybe you just haven't found the right one yet, he almost wanted to tell her, but he refrained. Like he had said to her before, there was a fine line before stepping into what was considered disrespectful.

[Trixie]

She nodded, twirling a piece of hair around her finger, her other hand still holding his. "Uh huh. Up until two days ago, I was a taxi dancer. Most guys don't like to share. So, I date. But don't do boyfriends."

[Nate]

He gave her hand another small squeeze. That wasn't the answer he was prepared to hear -- it was actually tame by comparison! "Well, as long as you're happy, I suppose that's all that matters," he reasoned politely. "I was one to go out dancing, as much as April would've liked me to."

[Trixie]

She smiled at him, resting her chin against his shoulder. "Well, you woulda' had a girl to dance with, one ya cared about. I just dance with men who ain't got nobody. Or at least are pretendin' not to."

[Nate]

"I know... I regret it now, truth be told," he confessed softly. he lifted his free hand up and gently brushed the hair out from in front of Trixie's eyes. "At the time, I thought I had all the time in the world to learn. I just didn't want to ruin it by stepping on her feet the whole time."

He laughed sadly before letting his hand come to rest at his side again after tucking the stray piece of hair back behind her ear. "I'd take it back, if I could."

((Meh.... it's 3 am out here. I should probably make myself go to bed even though I'm not tired, haha. I'll catch you sometime tomorrow! <3))

[Trixie]

((Haha, night!))

Trixie gave him a sad smile, then slid her arms around him in a hug, pressing her cheek to his shoulder. She didn't say anything. What could she say?

[Nate]

He slowly slid his arms around her to return the hug, his eyes closing as his head tilted to rest against hers. He sighed softly, just holding onto her for a moment, "Thanks for listening to all of this, really."