DiddlKid
Saint Dharumis II
DiddlKid
Saint Dharumis II
DiddlKid
D applauded Dharumis’ dramatic outburst.
“All right. If you promise to be there, I’ll sing.” Closing her fan she set it next to her half empty cup. She’d sung on stage before plenty of times but this would be the first time someone who wasn’t family would be coming to see just her. It was somewhat exciting.
“But there is a condition.”
"Isn't there always?" Dharumis mocked, tapping his fingers on the cup that was now held atop his lap.
"I only hope I'm allowed to know what it is before I acquiesce." He smiled at D's previous guile. It was absurd to
not expect strings attached to a woman of her caliber, but it took him a bit by surprise nevertheless.
D laughed at his tone. She’d laughed a lot this evening.
“You must take me to dinner.” She settled back to watch his face for a reaction.
"Funny, I was going to say the same thing to you later tonight."
Dharumis' hand instinctively reached for his breast pocket, but, remembering how much D hated his filthy habit, he paused, and then pretended to need to adjust his lapel in order to excuse the movement. If she had asked the same question to the Dharumis that first walked into the room, she probably would have been met with anxiety at the least; at worst, panic. But this was not the case.
"Needless to say, I would be honored."
D released a breath she didn’t remember holding. It was a bold proposal coming from her but she had to admit that Dharumis made her feel comfortable. She watched him reach for his breast pocket before hesitating and pretending to adjust his lapel. He probably wanted a cigar seeing as she had interrupted him earlier. Reaching for her cup, D downed the last of her punch and flashed Dharumis a knowing smile.
“Shall we go to the balcony? The stars look especially bright tonight.”
There's a balcony?
"Please. The heat in this room is stifling."
It was harder for Dharumis to believe that he had been asked to dinner when he stood up, than it was when he had to answer a question to which he knew the answer before it was even asked. It would have been bravado coming from him; stupid bravery. But she made it seem effortless, as if she, too, knew what he would say. So much for mystery.
"I'd just like to refill my cup first. Can I get you one, too?"