<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/f9fe5328-dfec-48c4-9ebd-efcbba03efc1_zps882dd06b.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/f9fe5328-dfec-48c4-9ebd-efcbba03efc1_zps882dd06b.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Athena Stargazer-Smith<br/><strong>Position:</strong>PhD Student/Beginning Divination Professor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Amsterdam Restaurant<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rome<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes28-1.jpg (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes28-1.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Seeing his smirk, she actually laughed at the idea of his telling her what to wear! Letting her know what was appropriate for wherever they might be going was perfectly acceptable, choosing her clothing for her would earn him a pinch far harder than what she'd done to his ear! Looking up at him there was a dark light that flashed through her eyes and, fro just a second, there was a press of nails against his arm, his sweater suddenly seeming flimsy protection against her touch, "Knowing your limits is a good thing, no woman takes kindly to having her clothing chosen for her...and if she seems to, she's lying," she said, her head nodding almost sagely while her gaze held his. As quickly as they dark light had appeared, it vanished as laughter parted her lips and the threat of nails on his arm vanished as well as she resumed her light caressing of his arm.<br/><br/>Even though his comment had had a slightly patronizing sound to it, she knew he'd meant it as a compliment and actually took it as such. He clearly had found too many women who simply jumped when he said, "Boo!" in his life. Making sure he realized she wouldn't be nearly so compliant had quickly become her favorite game.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the restaurant he'd told her about, she awarded him with her most inviting smile yet when he opened the door for her. She didn't expect such courtesy (she was perfectly capable of opening a door for herself!) but always found it charming when she received it. Before passing through the opened door, she paused to reach up, her palm against his cheek for just a moment, the pad of her thumb running across the smile on his own lips before she thanked him and stepped inside.<br/><br/>Dimly lit the place should have felt dark, but the atmosphere was, instead, rather cozy despite the amount of space inside. She couldn't decide if it had simply looked smaller from the outside, or must have a magical owner, and thus some sort of spell to give it it's sense of space. It didn't truly matter to her either way, but was something she filed away to ask later. Small candles on each table added to the general sense of comfort she got from the place and she liked that it's booths had high back, keeping them separated from each other and giving an air of privacy that would invite shared intimacy between the occupants. Finding such a booth near the flickering warmth of a fireplace, and far from the few other patrons inside, Athena claimed one side of the niche for herself and smiled at Rome, waiting for him to join her so their game could resume...not that it had ever really stopped, but now he'd be seated and withing touching range once more...and she intended to take more such small intimacies as she had at the door.<br/><br/>But first she wanted to see if he would slide in beside, or across from, her.