He'd startled her. But she didn't show it. She didn't want to appear as helpless as she felt. She held her cane close to chest not wanting to smack someone standing in front of her. He sounded close, but because of the echo in the alley outside the door, she couldn't tell how close. She was surprised to find he was the man who'd played the beautiful piece inside the bar. It made her heart jump nearly out of her chest, and it raced so that she could hear it in her ears. What should she say? Would she offend him? Or say something stupid?<br/><br/>The redhead pushed a stray curl behind her ear and took another tentative step forward so that the door could close behind her, and she could hear herself think from the noise inside.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00BF">"H-Hello...." </span><br/><br/>She was quiet, and her voice was soft. She had a southern accent despite her appearance suggesting that she had European decent. Not that it mattered in the Americas.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00BF">"Thank you..."</span>She spoke with a slight blush rising to her cheeks.<span style="color: #BF00BF">"And I think you're a bit confused. I'm nothing rare..." </span>She said quietly a bit flustered by the compliment given to her.<br/><br/>She was also shocked by the question he'd asked. He wanted to walk her home? She wasn't really going home per se, but some company would be nice. The streets scared her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00BF">"That would be nice...thank you. But I would simply be going back to my studio instead."</span>