<b><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=84757&amp;pid=2043307#pid2043307">Arthur Connington</a></b><br/><b>Location:</b>The Bistro, semiprivate booth.<br/><b>Tag:</b>Cassie Gutierrez.<br/><b>Time:</b>Mid evening.<br/><br/>Arthur was pleased that the revelation had made Cassie's eyes sparkle, the small mystery, the shared secret serving as a complicity that bridged them closer. "Being as sweet and pretty as you are, you don't need luck, so feel free to take a loan on that bank of yours" Arthur said, following her amusing remarks. Cassie's smile was contagious, her smirk infectious, and her youthful cheerfulness a welcome balm for Arthur's self imposed solitude. "Yeah, a real writer of books" Arthur confirmed amused, delighted at how Cassie had taken it in. "Feel free to think out loud, but not too loud" he whispered with shifty eyes looking around, just a joke, but he was falling into a quite comfortable rhythm.<br/><br/>Arthur leaned back a bit, letting Cassie set up her thoughts in order while he looked amused and took a sip of his drink. He tried to put on his best poker face to not give any clues, but with some of her options he couldn't help but laugh quietly and pitch in, getting closer once more. "For all you know maybe my apartment could be filled with nerd stuff..." he joked, seeing where Cassie's thoughts took her. "So you were checking me out?" Arthur asked, surprised and pleased. "I have to hear more about the music you see in my eyes, that was beautiful, but later, keep going with your guessing" he said, a bit blushed for a moment. And he that was thinking that they didn't connect until close and it turned out she had already looked at him.<br/><br/>Cassie's eagerness and warmth could be felt by Arthur as she approached closer and closer, almost hip to hip. It seemed that Cassie had ran out of options, so she was ready to give him her three guesses. "Travel writer? That would be nice, but I like to be home so no" he answered to the first one. "True crime... thrilling, but I don't really dabble with reality" he admitted, since even if his works being rooted in the real world, they have a healthy dosage of fantasy and wish fulfillment. "And no to spies either" he said with a smile, "even if some of my novels have that element" he nodded.<br/><br/>"I promised you were going to laugh after all, lets see if you do" Arthur said. "I write romance under a female pseudonym" he confessed. "Yeah, those kind of things that have the garish covers with model men and women on them" he added amused. "So there you go, the nervous shy mature man is a quite successful romance novelist" finished, awaiting her reaction. After a few moments, feeling confident and pleased, Arthur leaned closer. "Well, what is my prize going to be?" he asked, extending one hand and putting a lock of her hair behind her ear.