[ In Clay's absence, Cadence has taken to people-watching from the balcony; while the people are more well-dressed than usual, she can still pick out a few stragglers who've veered towards the casual outfits overtaking Broadway these days. She can still remember the days where showing up here with a black tie instead of white would have left you blacklisted from society events for at least a good few months.
She's still quietly reminiscing on her visits with past would-be paramours to see long-dead mezzo-sopranos and baritones when a strong hand (ungloved, doesn't that just pull her back into the present) brings a martini into her periphery. ]
...You remembered.
[ She says it in a tone that could equally be read as incredulity he was capable of remembering her preferred drink order or appreciation he'd actually paid attention. She takes the glass stem from his hand, her perfectly manicured nails gently brushing his fingers as she does. Cadence then takes a small sip to check the taste (best not let him get comfortable quite yet) and smiles as she savors the sharp, briny taste. ]
did you really pick drinks based on their fire/spice vs. water/briny aesthetics you brat?
She's still quietly reminiscing on her visits with past would-be paramours to see long-dead mezzo-sopranos and baritones when a strong hand (ungloved, doesn't that just pull her back into the present) brings a martini into her periphery. ]
...You remembered.
[ She says it in a tone that could equally be read as incredulity he was capable of remembering her preferred drink order or appreciation he'd actually paid attention. She takes the glass stem from his hand, her perfectly manicured nails gently brushing his fingers as she does. Cadence then takes a small sip to check the taste (best not let him get comfortable quite yet) and smiles as she savors the sharp, briny taste. ]
Not bad.