Right! If freckles really were all that good then she wouldn't have to cover them up all the time. At the opera they were a little more lenient about it, but still, she knew the general dislike for imperfect skin was there. "Grass is always greener on the other side." Nadia concluded. "I envy Patricia because she doesn't have freckles." Not wanting the discussion to be about appearances, she left the subject at that.<br/><br/>Nadia felt a bit awkward standing there, as if she was in the corniest scene of a romantic comedy movie. It just happened to be crowded, which meant that David had to stand next to her, their sides pressed against each other. He had a nice side, from what she could tell. God, she was weird for even thinking about that. Still, she moved as discreetly as she could towards him, hoping he hadn't noticed, because that would have been embarrassing. Maybe she could say that she was cold?<br/><br/>She nodded when he told about his hotel. "No actor perks?" Nadia teased. "Hopefully you at least like the city. What were you up to before the shooting of the video started?" Her apartment probably wouldn't be any better in his eyes if he came from Charlevoix. Some of her friends often stated it was cosy because it clearly showed that someone had lived there before her, and that the apartment had a history. That could be the said for the entire city.<br/><br/>When the tram stopped, Nadia froze slightly when David placed his arm around her. She looked down, praying there would be no blush on her face. He apologized and took his hand away, and she looked up to his eyes. "No, it's fine." Nadia managed to say, feeling the awkwardness. If only she could be the seductress that Patricia was and not so clumsy with these type of things. Were women supposed to be straightforward or not in these situations? Would David be offended or scared of her if she asked him about his intentions? Did he even have intentions? Nadia blinked her eyes at his question and smiled.<br/><br/>"Next stop." She replied and met his eyes again, hesitating before finally sneaking into the subject she wanted to tackle as early as possible. Was it too early? Too fast? No, it felt right and somehow she felt like she had the right to be curious about it. Just a little. "Have you ever dated someone, David?" She asked, realizing how stupid she sounded. Of course he had! And here she was, the young woman who had never had the time to date anyone. "I'm just wondering.. if it's difficult.. as an actor.. you know? To differentiate between what's an act and what are honest feelings." She was really having a hard time with her words and took a deep breath in order to put more context for her question:<br/><br/>"I once played a main role in a ballet. It was a minor show, that's why I got it." Nadia spoke. "I danced as Isolde in Tristan and Isolde, a pair that falls in love when they both drink a love potion by accident. The girlfriend of the guy who danced as Tristant was apparently furious, even though it was just a show, a ballet. Have you ever had this?"<br/><br/>The tram halted and she realized it was their stop. Nadia led David outside and she breathed in the fresh air, happy to be out from the crowded tram. She then began to walk down a narrow street filled with restaurants, bars and cafés where late night clientele was sitting.