"Cassie Gutierrez"<br/>Location:GPC elevator and The Bistro<br/>Tag: Arthur Connington<br/>Time: mid evening.<br/><br/>She nodded most of things, but laughed at his catching the Old Fashioned before she could say anything.  And then she was positively riveted when he spoke in conspiratorial tones about his true avocation. She whistled low.<br/><br/>"Wow that's a doozy.  I guess it all makes sense now.  I thought maybe you were a restaurant critic or health inspector at first, but then I noticed, whatever you were doing  , you had a passion for it, you know?"  She blushed a little "And you dont strike me as someone who values numbers over people".<br/><br/>She paused and had a quizzical look on her face "But now the question is , what kind.  Thats going to be tough I bet.  I would almost suggest we make a bet on my being able to figure it out, but I have to tell you the part about your daughter was a total guess, more like wishful thinking, I just figured out if you still had her as a gf you wouldn't be interested in spending time with me "  she winked   "So considering my luck bank is pretty tapped right now, I shouldn't be too flippant" She smirked.<br/><br/>"So lets see. I mean wow like a real writer?  Ok, just so we are clear. these are not my gusses, I am thinking aloud and eliminating some things.  It's not a technical manual. It's not a geek book , like Klingon for Dummies.  You are too well groomed for that"  She smirked at her aspersion, she didn't really mean it she was joking at the expense of her Trekkie friends. All 2 of them.<br/><br/>Now she continued "Its probably not a book on salsa dancing , I didn't see that sort of music in your eyes last time I saw you writing.  Yes ok, i admit I was checking you out from across the bar"  She giggled softly.  "Maybe a spy novelist.  You would make a dashing spy no doubt. Hopefully not horror, because when I read it I will get scared. "<br/><br/>She paused and bit her lip, she was obviously very excited by his revelation.  No one had really told her a secret like that before.  She almost wanted to blurt out her own secret, except hers involved underage drinking and misuse of official government documents. Granted, her lawyer could get her out of it all.  But still, there was no parity with how deep the secret was between them.  Still.. she would probably tell him some time.  Wouldn't she?  She leaned closer to him, their legs touching now.<br/><br/>Now she smirked 'you sort of have my stumped.  I could imagine so much about you.  But I am glad to be getting to know the real you instead of just looking at you across the room and imagining.  So ok.  just to be fair, you can get a prize if I don't guess."<br/><br/>she giggled softly and then made her guesses, leaning in closer so no one would hear their secrets.   "Ok. First thing I am going to guess is a travel writer.  My second guess would be a true crime novelist.  It's all the rage lately or so I am told.   My last guess is a spy novelist.  Mainly because I would feel stupid if I had said it then not picked it"  she had a quizzical smile, the secret was really getting to her .  She was also obviously incredibly impressed.<br/><br/>"I hope you do get very accustomed to this , Arthur.  I know I definitely would like that, a lot".  She added, as an after thought in response to his earlier words. She had heard them but now she was definitely feeling the same way.