<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/22/df/b7/22dfb7e23e6c91f1e31019e354bdd14d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kasey Esposito/Aurora Parisi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15599933#msg15599933)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Richter (Not yet known)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>March 1st, 2050 | 8pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cole Bennett's Mansion<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Xander<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Beginning to lose control<br/><hr/><br/>The business card hadn't been meant for him to take. She didn't want him having any of her information, even if it was only her business phone. She had offered it to show her name to him, attempting to stop him from continuing on this same accusatory path. But, apparently, despite the fact they he had only really seen her from afar or in photos, he knew her features far too well to let this go. As the card was handed in return, she looked down at it, nearly laughing at how ridiculously over-the-top it was. He sure liked to flaunt what money he had. A wonderful life, just as expected.<br/><br/>As soon as he mentioned her mother, the slight smirk that had tugged at one corner of her lips fell as her eyes unfocused on the card in her hand. Her nostrils flared slightly and her brow twitched. Her jawline became slightly more pronounced as her teeth clenched while he spoke about her father and what he had done. She kept her head lowered, as if watching the card go back and forth over and over again on its cycle, but she was stuck, trying to keep her anger at bay while she was still on the job. After all, she couldn't blow up and scream at the<em>best friend</em>of the man who was paying for her tonight.<br/><br/>There was no way for Xander to have known what he had done to her. He hadn't done anything to her. There was no reason for her to be upset with him, as a person. He had done nothing to hurt her, nothing to upset her, and had never mistreated her in anyway. They were hardly acquaintances. They had no history and yet she couldn't help but think of her mother's death when she looked at him. He was tied to that feeling of hopelessness and heartbreak. At her lowest points, his smiling face was there on her screen, waiting for her to reach out and ask how he kept going. And now here he was, right in front of her, asking to talk, asking her to explain, and she couldn't show that vulnerability to him. She had spent far too much time on her own, breaking down on her own and picking up what pieces she could find in an attempt to put them back together enough to make it to the next day. He was now what he had been every time she looked him up: Someone just waiting for her to say something.<br/><br/><em>"I know how painful it is..."</em><br/><br/>Those words hit her harder than she could've ever expected them to. It was the reason she had wanted to talk to him all those years ago. He had lost his mother and she wanted so desperately to know how to handle it. But him bringing it up after all of this, flaunting his wonderful life, his happiness, his friends in high places and his over-the-top fucking business card, she couldn't handle hearing it. It was a good thing she wasn't barefoot on this patio, or the whole fucking place would've come crumbling down in that moment. How<em>dare </em>he act like he knew the pain of losing<em>everything</em>. Her mother had been her protector, her savior, her heart, and the day she died, Kasey lost her whole world. She had nothing and no one.<br/><br/>"You<em>really </em>can't take a hint, can you?" she asked as she finally looked up to him, clenching his business card in the palm of her hand. "I don't<em>owe </em>you anything. I don't have to explain to you why I do or don't like you. I'm sorry if that's not how you're<em>used</em>to being treated by your<em>fangirls </em>and your fancy friends, but I'm not here to make you feel good about yourself. You've got plenty of people in this over-priced, in-your-face mansion party that would be<strong>happy </strong>to tell you how<em>amazing </em>and<em>wonderful </em>you are. So,<strong>stop </strong>following me."<br/><br/>She needed to get herself under control and she needed to make her way back to the party before someone came out and heard her, knowing she would eventually just start screaming at him if he kept trying to pry. She had yet to confirm to him that she was, in fact, Kasey Esposito. She didn't want to admit who she was. Not like this. Not while she was working. She had two personas for a reason and he was only making things harder for her.<br/><br/>"Now if you'll excuse me," she began as she set his business card down on the stone wall, making it clear that she had no interest in taking it. "I have to get back to work," she said, hoping he would just let her leave. She couldn't risk continuing this inside if he wasn't done being... Xander.