David saw a bit of hesitation Nadia's eyes as she looked towards where Patricia had been. He wasn't sure what she was thinking. To him, women were a mystery, a plague many men complained about. Being in a relationship was difficult, especially with someone like August. He didn't want to think about her, but he still remembered the looks, the stares, the silence. He'd ask what's wrong, but he'd be met with an angry and snappy 'nothing.' He'd try to press but it would make her angry, and if he left it alone she'd walk around in a huff, shutting doors loudly. It was as if she expected him to know exactly what was wrong and to fix it, or expected him to just take it and leave her alone. Men have natural urges to fix things, whether it's relationships or a door hinge, that urge is there. So it made him frustrated, ready to pull out his hair. However Nadia wasn't August, and he refused to believe the constant complaints of his male friends that 'all women are the same.'<br/><br/>Regardless there was something with Nadia that seemed off as she ignored the problem and smiled. He was glad it was a genuine smile and not a forced one, which he was afraid of. She asked about him and Patricia.<br/><br/>"Oh nothing, she just wanted to say hi," he explained, not mentioning the 'vibe' he got from Patricia that there was something more, so Nadia wouldn't get the wrong impression. He knew that Patricia was beautiful, and most men would give up everything to be with a woman like her, and most likely women adored and hated her for the same reasons. However David for some reason didn't feel that way, not with Nadia around. Sure patricia was beautiful, but for some reason Patricia felt fake, covered in make-up and possibly had some work done. He loved natural women, women who looked beautiful even after all her make-up is gone and she just did 12 hours of physical activity. He especially loved women with freckles and noticed how striking Nadia looked with her make-up off.<br/><br/>"I've been looking forward to this. I'm starving," he smiled at Nadia, and then asked, "Where are we going?"<br/><br/>As they exited the building, he couldn't help but whisper into her ear, "by the way, I much prefer your freckles to the make-up today." Then he acted like it was nothing and continued walking.