Nadia smiled and nodded to David. "Of course. It's not that far away." She actually felt bad for sending him off to his hotel. But she had to remember that this was not someone from the opera that she could just invite to her apartment, put on her couch for the night and not have any weird ideas about. David was different, probably because she was attracted to him and having him walk into her apartment would be crazy. Wonderfully crazy. Crazy because it was too fast and wonderful because it was him. Nadia took a deep breath, completely disoriented by her thoughts for a moment. He was a colleague, from another city, an actor, they hadn't spent much time together. Sure, she knew more about him after that conversation but just like she had said earlier, jumping into things scared her.<br/><br/>They stepped outside and she immediately winced, pulling her jacket tighter around herself. Nadia was a thin girl, like most ballet dancers, and got cold very easily. "Ugh, it's so cold." She spoke. "That's probably the only thing I don't like here." Nadia smiled slightly, trembling as they walked back to the main road. "By the way, if you ever need a place to stay for a reason or another..." She turned to him and pointed up to the fifth floor window high above them. "That's where I live. And the opera is right around the corner." Hopefully he wouldn't take it as a weird hint. It wasn't like that! Well, maybe it was, but she didn't mean it like that, not yet at least. Women had such strange rules and guidelines about when it was crazy and when it wasn't crazy to do or say something. Nadia wasn't any different.<br/><br/>She had been so lost in her mental battle that she hadn't noticed David sneaking peeks at her. When she did, Nadia smiled a little. "What?" She laughed. "What's on my face? Maybe you should take a picture, David, it might last a little longer." Nadia was teasing him and enjoying every second of it. She was getting more and more relaxed because of her exhaustion and that tended to have an impact on how open she was. Her eyes stared back to him for a moment before examining him shortly from head to toe. And then she did it, she reached out for his arm and wrapped her arm around it. A satisfied smile instantly appeared on her face. "Hmh. You're warm. That's good. I need warm people around me. I'm always cold."<br/><br/>Nadia led him down the main street on which they had arrived on tram earlier. It was getting quite late and the streets were mostly empty now. She was a bit nervous at the thought of walking back alone, but since Nadia had done it safely so many times before, she doubted there was any real danger. Still, it was a big city and things happened. She kept glancing over to him, occasionally meeting his eyes and occasionally managing to get a look of him without him noticing. He was so handsome. Really, a dream guy, but not unoriginal in any way. Nadia always pictured meeting someone like him, a dark handsome stranger, in the city. David just wasn't that much of a stranger anymore.<br/><br/>"I'm sad, David." Nadia spoke suddenly, her words honest and coming from the heart. "You seem like such an interesting person, and I've never met someone quite like you. We have similarities, too. I wish I could get to know you more, but I feel like you'll be gone too soon." She glanced over to him again. "And you're so incredibly kind to me." Nadia hesitated for a moment and stepped in front of him, cutting off their walk to his hotel for a moment. "I thought about it the entire time while we were eating. And I think the reason why I'm sad is because, although it sounds crazy and stupid, I think I like you. Even though I shouldn't."<br/><br/>Oh. My. God. Ohmygod. She had said it. For the first time in her ballet-centered life she had actually confessed her emotions to another human being. But what he had said earlier about closing one's eyes and jumping or just doing what feels right in the moment had really made Nadia think. His words had haunted her the rest of the dinner and made her wonder whether she would end up regretting much of her life some day in the future. Would she regret not saying something when the opportunity had been there? Absolutely, she knew now that she would. The mere relief she got from saying what she really felt was like lifting a weight from her heart and accepting other emotions she had deemed as 'lesser emotions' for most of her life. But maybe they weren't lesser emotions. Hell, it seemed pretty damn important to her, all of a sudden, to keep David there, right next to her.