When he spoke again she sensed an amusement in his voice, like he was warming to her, or at the least enjoying having something to hold over her, either way it showed he was at least like most males and was capable of teasing, she winked at him playfully,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6"> "Hell I've been called worse"</span>, she remembered the first review she'd written in college, she'd been sent to an out of town performance and it had been dreadful, she'd written the article but her editor had her rewrite it, and she'd been told to add more humour and that he wanted her opinion not the facts, so she slated it, all her personal thoughts on the performers, their dress, their talent, it was all stripped bare. She'd felt terrible writing it, and even worse when her editor adored it's ruthlessness, but that hadn't been the end of it like she'd hoped. The band may have been playing out of town but they were from her college, and thus she made her first enemies from journalism. It tought her a lesson, always use quotes rather than her own opinions, but over the years she'd developed a thick skin and it didn't matter so much. Now she was years away from those times but something about him took her right back to her freshman days.<br/><br/>Eliza had been deep in thought when she realised he'd began walking away, she started to regret the skirt as she tried to run after him, she sighed thinking of spending more time on that house boat, but at least she could clean, and pick up some real food, maybe some wine, she'd wanted to talk him shopping, but perhaps groceries was a good first step.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"Fine, but I will not share a bed with you, and I also insist on getting fresh groceries, and some wine, you will not drink all day long in my presence? Do we have a deal?"</span>, she held her hand out for him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"Also, don't think you have me summed up in a neat little bow Mr Windham, there is a lot more to me than you know",</span>she winked at him again as they walked towards the doors. Before they went back into the corridors, she looked back out onto the open stadium, to think this place stripped him of everything he wanted from life, with all those people watching, and not a soul wrote about it, that's true loyalty, she thought to herself.<br/><br/>They walked back to the car in relative silence, she tapped the bonnet of her car gently,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"Jet my sweetie"</span>, she climbed into the car, waiting on him to strap up before she started the ride back, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">Is there anywhere else you'd like to go on our way back?"</span>, she asked him.