Cassie Gutierrez.<br/>Location: GPC Apartment 901.<br/>Tag: Arthur Connington<br/>Time: Mid to late evening.<br/><br/>Her pensiveness had been shading her mood on the one hand, and yet made her cling to him all the more.  She didn't want to think any more, she made so many bad decisions, but was it so wrong just to want to be a little more normal, a little more sane?  To not go over her schedule every day with a publicist who would coordinate with other publicists of her more infamous so-called friends was such freedom. There was really nothing about that world she liked, even most SWAG she got - most of the clothes she got were either gaudy or tacky or simply ridiculously frilly fluffs of meringue , though she had to admit she liked the shoes..  And the outfit she had on tonight.<br/><br/>Still   She hated the elitism, the isolation, the attitude, most of the music.  She didn't want to fawn over Justin Bieber  or worse, people famous merely for being famous, she didn't want to get butt implants or breast implants. When she had been younger she had thought it would be so glamorous , genteel and splendid, classy like Audrey Hepburn , or Grace Kelly, or Julia Roberts, or Demi Moore, or Jennifer Anniston, all those old celebrities  .  Today they all wanted to be Kardashians or  Kendras, or some other reality star.<br/><br/>No, something like this is more what she wanted.  Someone to watch over her.  Make her feel safe and wanted.<br/><br/>As he announced his intentions, her melancholy  melted away in an instant, and she smiled shyly and bit her lip, as her eyes twinkled in anticipation.  She knew he wasn't asking permission and yet she found herself nodding lightly yes in response anyhow. As he moved closer, she closed her eyes and parted her lips ever so slightly, nearly imperceptibly, her body tingling , attuned to what was about to happen, obviously excited and yet calm, at peace finally.