Blessed watched the man while he strolled about the room.  That smile still lingered on her lips though now it took a more comical look, like a cat after catching the wayward mouse.  Hands dipped down to touch the seat of her chair, setting her poise at the edge of her furniture.  Each dramatic step intriguing her while she stepped into his flare.  Month after month she had watched him on stage and so she knew the craft when it was presented.  She had no doubts that he was gifted with his skill and so merely allowed herself to enjoy the show.  That persistence to watch him even caused her to stand slightly in her chair, head tilting back so he was viewed upside down.<br/><br/>“Sounds fun!  When do we start?”<br/>