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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[longterm]

Cesare notices Lydia fairly early on during her careful inching process. To be honest, he had originally mistaken her for someone else. But Lydia is not yet ready to be seen and so he patiently waits for her to bump into him when she wants. When she finally does, he smiles and shrugs, calmly leaning over the glossy marble bartop and finally meeting her gaze.

Her line is bad. But it's nice that she's used one and that she's the one to make the first move. That doesn't happen to him too often. That is unless...

"Do I know you from somewhere?" he asks, already ordering her a shot. "And if you say my dreams, I am leaving right now and keeping your shot for myself."