There is but one man in the world I love… (Closed to Cesare)

[morevacant]

Popping. Locking. Bumping. Grinding. Since getting out of Meryton, Lydia's eyes have really been opened. Long gone are the elegant waltzes she had dutifully practiced to shut her mother up. Now Lydia spends every weekend, and then some, in London's clubs. Vodka flows, money is swallowed by hungry registers and Lydia stumbles out, exhausted and in search of cheesy chips, chicken nuggets and gravy.

Tonight though, she's gone someplace a little classier. She''s on the last of her money, but for now, she doesn't care. Lydia's learned enough to work out how to get guys to buy her drinks. Who needs magic when they have charm in buckets? Even several vodkas later though, Lydia's alert enough to spot a famous face when he walks in, and what a handsome face.

She zeroes in, dancing closer and closer to Cesare in what she supposes is a subtle manner, until after about half an hour of careful inching and meandering back and forth from nearby, she accidentally on purpose bangs into him.

"Oh my, I am so sorry!" she twitters, eyelashes batting and not sounding at all sorry.
"I didn't see you there, though how I managed to miss a man so handsome is beyond me."

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[morevacant]

"Wow, thanks!" She's not complaining about the money - maybe this man just wants his girlfriend to be well dressed, to match him? Maybe he's clocked on that she's a student and has next to no money?

"You want to meet again?" she asks, unaccustomedly shy all of a sudden. "I'd like that. You can just call me, you know, whenever."

[longterm]

Whenever. That sounds...eager. That's just how Cesare likes it. He prefers it when his employees are polite and provide a good service. He smiles as he finishes putting his clothes back on.

"I'll see you around then, Ms....?" He can't remember if she even told him her name, so he pulls out the card she gave him and gives it a read. "...Lydia. Take care for now."