Nadia raised her brows with a smile when he said it was nothing, that she had just wanted to say 'hi'. He was cute. Anyone could tell that Patricia had some sort of a thing for him and that was based on seeing them speak to each other for five seconds outside the music video shooting. "Really?" She asked, as if to challenge him. "Whatever you say. At least she seems relatively okay after what happened on set. It must be quite tough for her." And those we genuine words. Nadia strongly believed that despite jealousy or feeling inadequate, she would only feel worse if she bathed in negative feelings like hatred. And she did have to try and understand the woman who had to do this every day for her living.<br/><br/>"Good! Let's hurry up then." She smiled as he expressed his hunger. "There's this one restaurant near where I live, ran by a Polish family. They serve St. Geneviève specalties and it's quite popular among local students. I promise you'll like it."<br/><br/>Nadia walked outside with him and was surprised by him suddenly leaning over to whisper in her ear. She turned to look at him, eyes wide, but he pretended like it was nothing. "You must be crazy to like freckles." Nadia commented, laughing a little. "People like me never get tanned. We either turn into lobsters or get more freckles." She hesitated for a moment before eventually saying: "Thank you, though."<br/><br/>She knew she was too wobbly to walk all the way to the part of the city where she lived and instead led David to a tram stop nearby. It was part of the old look of the city, but at the same time it was quite convenient since Nadia didn't have a car, nor did she have her bike with her. As they arrived to the stop, Nadia realized she didn't have change to pay for their tickets and turned to David slightly before the tram appeared around the corner and stopped in front of them. "Act like you have a ticket." She told him with a smile and a wink before stepping inside the tram through the middle doors and squeezing into the crowd of people who had worked late and were returning home. No one would probably ask for their tickets since it was impossible to move around inside the tram. And St. Geneviève was sort of known by its nonchalant inhabitants who broke the rules daily but just didn't talk about it.<br/><br/>As the tram began to move, Nadia grabbed a pole next to her and focused her attention on David again. They'd have to ride the tram for ten minutes. "So while you're working here, where are you living?" She asked. "I mean, if it's okay to ask. I'm sorry if that's too intrusive, I'm just curious to know."