<span style="color: #FF0000">Carlos closed his eyes and nodded briefly in satisfaction at having guessed correctly.<br/><br/>"Seems like you're never far from coffee, so I figured," he said, flicking his head in the direction of her clothes.<br/><br/>He laughed softly as she went along with his teasing. "Shhh," he said, putting a finger on his lips. "No one needs to know. About your part time job or my fake death." He gave her a friendly wink. He felt his initial nervousness fading by the second.<br/><br/>He noticed her eyes looking over the section with the pricier fabrics, though she didn't make any motion to get any of them. He had the impulse to offer to buy her something but didn't want to seem overly accomodating.<br/><br/>Carlos frowned at her final words as she turned to face him once more. "Free of your company?" he asked. "You weren't exactly holding me prisoner. I might not even mind," he added, looking up at the ceiling with feigned thoughtfulness. <br/><br/>He thought of Cass. He was looking forward to their date, definitely, but surely that didn't mean he couldn't meet new people, make new friends?<br/><br/>"If you insist, though, I suppose it might be time to go. I'm sure we've both got things to do. Buuuuuut, I wouldn't mind seeing you again," he said, looking at her red lips once more. "Come watch my play once it opens?" His mouth was positioned in a half smile, and he had one eyebrow slightly raised. "I'll buy you fancy fabric if you need convincing..." he let his words hang in the air.</span>