Nadia laughed at his expression, about being Patricia's stripper pole. That might be true, considering how she was behaving with David. Of course the singer knew that David was pretty damn good-looking (and that was an understatement in Nadia's opinion), but she probably also acknowledge that she could get someone with more money, ten cars and a mansion on a tropical beach. Which Nadia doubted David had in his possession. But that was fine; she didn't have such things to offer either so there was no reason for her to expect anything like that in return. "No, I think you're talented and you're not getting the roles that would show others how much you can give." Nadia confessed with a more serious tone. To be honest, it sounded exactly like her life story.<br/><br/>She arched her brow slightly at his slip of words but didn't comment on it. Whatever was on his mind, he had complimented her and she was grateful because honest compliments were difficult to come across. "I never get significant roles, David." Nadia spoke with an amused smile. "But thank you. It means a lot to me to hear that. If you're serious about wanting to see me dance you should come and see the next show at the opera. I just might get a good role, but even if I don't you should come." It was highly unlikely that she would get a main role, especially if the next show was to be a very demanding one. Beauty and the Beast would finish in a few weeks and the directors were still debating on the next show, wanting to open with something powerful but unusual.<br/><br/>To be honest she didn't want to leave David, considering they were finally getting some time to talk after two weeks and ten hours. But duty called and being a rather nice person, she didn't want to leave the other dancer on her own. Or maybe she did but refused to admit it. Nadia stopped when David spoke to her and turned to look at him, her face a question mark.<br/><br/>When David asked her if she wanted to eat after the shoot, Nadia felt a strange feeling take over her. Suddenly she felt like she had been there before, in a similar situation, but couldn't figure our when or where exactly. It frightened her, this feeling of deja-vu, that seemed to overpower any other thought or emotion that crossed her mind. Her head ached as a buzzing filled her ears and she pressed a hand on her forehead. And almost as fast as it had all happened, the feeling was gone, leaving her slightly disoriented and weak in the knees. What in the world was going on with her? She decided it was the ten hours of dancing pushing down on her shoulders and the hunger inside her stomach.<br/><br/>She blinked her eyes, focusing on David again. "Yes." Nadia said clumsily but then picked herself up. "I mean, I'd love to. That is, if we ever get out of this place." She smiled. "Did you have any particular place in mind?"