She heard footsteps not long after she had turned to a new page in her journal, needing a fresh blank canvas to fill. Her journals would hardly make sense to anyone else, she thought, with a inward laugh. Still the footsteps pulled her attention up from her own musings though and she glanced at the path she had taken out here, hoping it wasn't Zara in a mood or a servant to fetch her for another client. Not just yet. Instead she found her eyes resting on the figure of one of the new arrivals at the Teahouse, known by the name of Adi from what the servants said. Fiona had yet to really speak to the young man outside of a hello here and there, largely because she simply never pushed herself or her company on another and he seemed to enjoy his solitude.<br/><br/>Still...she returned the way, with the hand that held her pencil and then set it in the middle of the journal and closed the book before setting it aside and getting to her feet. She shook out her skirts, to make sure that if they had wrinkled they didn't any longer and moved to the edge of the gazebo's shade, watching as the other whore stretched. She marveled at his flexibility sometimes, though as a dancer herself, not as talented as others by any means of course, she had her own skills in that area.<br/><br/>Fi bit down on her lower lip, if he liked to stretch maybe he liked to dance, and it was always more fun to dance with another person. She had also heard from the kitchen gossip that he liked to create jewelry. Maybe they could be friends. Still Fiona found herself uncommonly shy, standing there torn over approaching him or letting them both have their quiet. She was hardly ever shy when with a client, unless they liked that of course, because well...she couldn't be. She was the one that put others at ease, that soothed and smiled and laughed. And she wanted a friend. Adi was there and there were things....Fiona finally straightened her shoulders and inhaled, deciding she had enough of the dithering and left the shade of the gazebo to trail over the grass toward the young man.<br/><br/>"Hello Adi...I hope I'm not intruding, I can um...go, if you want. Back to the gazebo but I thought...well I thought it might be nice to talk and I have um...food, like for a picnic, if you want of course." The words spilled from her, slightly awkward and probably a trust too earnest. The redhead's pale cheeks flushed and she looked down and away, back toward the gazebo, half thinking of just going back there anyway.