Her big warm smile went great with the pretty dress, and she marveled down at his hand as her took hers. She had never seen dark skin so close, and never thought it would be touching her like this. It felt so .... normal, which was a bit of a letdown from some of the stories she'd heard, but also better than others. His hands were calloused, hard, the hands of a working man, or one who had worked hard to get to where he was. Hers had become soft, dainty, gentle things that completely masked all that she had done with them. Aggressive cutting edge beauty treatments by her Russian doctors had set the bar, and she'd continued them with all the wonderful products that were freely available in Los Angeles.<br/><br/>She squeezed his hand just a bit as he greeted her and said goodbye. What a gentleman! She thought to herself, almost giggling nervously as he spoke to her - but settling on the smile instead. What a handsome, well-built gentleman. As the two of them turned around she could not keep thoughts from her mind. Thoughts of those dark hands exploring her pale skin and her new curves, squeezing, applying that obvious strength to fondle and grope, almost to the point of pain, maybe just past the point of pain - visions danced of her trying to protect her secret, but her found out, oh yes he found out, and then he bent her over and raised his hand to deliver a sharp punishment of -<br/><br/>Her grinning at his departing form was interrupted. Horribly interrupted by the return of the lummox. "Well looks like you're all alone." He said, stepping into her field of vision.<br/><br/>For a moment she could not see the Driver, just Sandi. She felt guilty momentarily for her fantasies, but it was not like she was attracted to men, right? If her mind had a studio audience it would have burst out laughing at that thought, but without them to give her the cue she continued to believe it. And double besides, Sandi would likely reject her and then she would lose a friend and seamstress! But still...the thought of her model's curves smooshed against that soft embrace and -<br/><br/>"I said -" the lummox interrupted again, this time provoking a hiss and a scowl from Veronika who finally glanced up at him. "-hey there gorgeous." He leaned in over here. "How about you and me -"<br/><br/>Whatever banal grotesquerie he had in mind in mind Veronika interrupted by raising a finger and pressing it to his lips, her painted nail visible over it as she smiled at him. She slowly stood up, pressing her body against his as she did. "I just remember, I must go give quarter to parking meter." She smiled at him. "You wait for me here I be right back?"<br/><br/>He nodded eagerly and took her seat as she squeezed by him and began to walk back to the studio.<br/><br/>A half a block away she glanced over her shoulder and reached into her purse. She pulled out a man's wallet. "So much easier as a woman," she mused without a trace of the exaggerated accent she put on earlier, "They practically hand it to you. Well Mr. Sonderberg." She said, pulling the cash from the wallet, "You will have a hard time paying for our milkshakes with no money." She grinned as she rifled through the rest of it quickly. "Hmmm." She pulled out a card. "Free hot dog with next visit." She raised her eyebrows and nodded happily and pocketed it and the money, tossing the rest into a trash can she walked past.<br/><br/>She had to attend to meeting at the end of the day with the director. He always wanted to meet with the cast, and then some of them individually. She hoped he didn't pick her again. Little did she realize that a very different sort of confrontation was taking place between her best friend and the gentleman who had been so charming earlier.<br/><br/>