Tali knew she was really lucky to have an agent like Kiri, who actually cared outside of work. But still, even with the reassuring hand on her shoulder she did not relish the thought of having to attend and be a spotlight in these events. Some designers were hermits, but not very successful ones. To get where she wanted to go in life it would take sacrifice on her part, she knew that. It had been easier when she had been on someone elses arm though, when there had been another person between her and the rest of the room. But she did not regret breaking things off.<br/><br/>"I don't mind waiting..." she trailed off as Kiri disappeared off toward the parking lot, the night hiding her from Talia's eyes. So she was left with Patrick for now, who spoke, happy for a dinner. Food wasn't something that came easily around the fashion business. The models ate little, designers held themselves to impossible standards as well. Well most did, Talia enjoyed cooking, enjoyed good, healthy and rich food. She didn't stint herself, she didn't indulge, but rather kept a balance to all things. So she would be happy to cook for both and provide them some real food. "Very true." she offered about the comment concerning the food at the party.<br/><br/>She nodded at his question. "Yes, it is. And fairly well. I haven't tried to do global stuff yet. You would be part of the effort to do so. But my parents also gifted me with a lot of money, they are wealthier then most of the people in that party." She shrugged, stating a fact and slipped into the car to let the other two follow.<br/><br/>[Urck it sucks but whatever]