"Believe in me until I believe in me," she says to Max, touching his arm with her fingertips.
Her dark eyes meet Wyatt's, not with anger or hurt but with firmness that this is something they'll have to untangle. She's no longer feeling up to feeling lesser than for going about her life the way she does. She's no longer up to feeling misunderstood for coloring outside the lines.
"We do." She talks briefly to the host, realizing that she probably didn't need to go through those hoops. Their clout precedes them, even if this weren't the Speakeasy. The staff seem both excited and anxious to seat them, and upset that they want a booth instead of a private room. She takes a seat and gestures for Enj to sit next to her. "So. It seems that all of us are darlings here."
how dare you tho
Her dark eyes meet Wyatt's, not with anger or hurt but with firmness that this is something they'll have to untangle. She's no longer feeling up to feeling lesser than for going about her life the way she does. She's no longer up to feeling misunderstood for coloring outside the lines.
"We do." She talks briefly to the host, realizing that she probably didn't need to go through those hoops. Their clout precedes them, even if this weren't the Speakeasy. The staff seem both excited and anxious to seat them, and upset that they want a booth instead of a private room. She takes a seat and gestures for Enj to sit next to her. "So. It seems that all of us are darlings here."