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"Yeeeeeeppers! You know how people commission artists to draw things for them---well, it's a thing for writing stuff for people's ships on tumblr too!" Of the usually very smutty variety...though she wasn't sure she was going to say that outloud to him. 'I write short smut stories about people's OTPs'. "It really helps to make a bit of food money here and there." She explained in earnest, and then blinked in surprise. "Uh---wow---you'd want me to write you something?"

Now she was kind of worried, yet terribly intrigued.

Did Marlo have ships?

That suddenly became the least of her concern as Marlo got really close to her, her arm becoming entangled with his. She couldn't help as her cheeks immediately flared red, stared at some beautiful bicep, and then shot her black eyes down to their feet. She tried hooking one of her feet between his, to topple him, and then got another shock.

Her eyes nearly rolled out of her skull (in addition to almost asking if he was Christian Grey).

"WHAT!?" She cried. "You're the CEO of that super swanky ritz hotel in DC!?" She had walked by it once when she'd been out hopping around on the public transit and exploring...she distinctly remembered not even feeling like she had enough money to even peer in through the windows to the lobby.

Wow.

Then Olga was on the floor. Paralyzed. Even if he wasn't directly on top of her---it was still enough to count. Abs were touching her.

The red in her cheeks didn't go away, no, in fact, the coloring remained strong. She made a choking noise, out of surprise and also wondering if this was what second base felt like. "I----wow---" She breathed, and was not moving until he moved. No. She was still underneath him, surprised in more ways than one. Olga let out another choking sound, this time something resembling a laugh.

"I think I'm too poor to even breath in the air from the lobby."

Oh gosh she could finally breathe---not that he was heavy, it was just---too much hotness too close too soon.

Olga took his hand, and pushed and pulled herself up to a stand, staring at him, blinking, and then letting out a peal of laughter. "Oh no, you're on to me!" She chuckled, winked back, and then shook her head. "I'm not that good at planning--" She shook her head at him again.

"Nope! My family's more of the Best Western type, yeah?" Plus even now, on her own, there was no way she'd be able to afford a night. "Always thought it'd be neat to one day though---" She paused. "When I get rich and famous from becoming a successful novelist of course." Olga grinned.

She honestly thought she'd be done with the surprises for the time being, but that was wrong. Oh so horribly wrong. Olga followed him out of the ring, tilting her head curiously. Then all that followed was a strained choking noise, wide eyes, and lots of subtle motions of Olga pinching herself, because this couldn't be real life.

She had met the CEO of a luxury hotel chain, by random chance, and not only was he offering to give her a free lance job in a sense, he was also offering her three nights all paid for in that ridiculously ritzy hotel in the city?

She literally couldn't---couldn't breathe, couldn't think---oh wait---she had to breathe eventually. Olga let out a huge breath she didn't know she'd been holding, letting out a shaky laugh as well. She reached up to rub the back of her head. "Holy mackerel---" Her other hand rested heavily on her hip as she looked at him. "Is this real life? Because if it is then...well...yeah---I think you'd have to be crazy to turn that down!"

"Uh--" Well, of course the hottie could also speak a foreign language. Of course. "Ah! No worries!" She waved a hand at him, and grinned sheepishly. "Well...yeah. I know. Didn't think I'd be rubbing elbows with a serious business man because I said I write though---" She laughed a bit, and figured that this was exactly the kind of situation where people said, 'crazy things happen'.

"O-okay!" Oooh, private number. That sounded so...elite. Too elite for her, really. "Right!" Olga knelt next to her bag, and pulled out her iPhone so that she could exchange numbers with him. "I have a site! I can send you the link in a text?" Olga offered, still in shock and disbelief this was apparently happening, and also very, very, very glad that her more 'professional' stuff was on a completely different site than her well...tumblr trash. It was really good trash, but still trash none the less. Nothing she'd be showing to future employers. That ran on a completely different alias than her actual site. Oh, thank goodness for a legit site.

Numbers exchanged, Olga slipped her phone back into her bag, and unraveled her hand wraps to put them back in as well. "Wow." She uttered. "Just...wow." So much shock in such a short span of time. She was pretty sure she was in shock right now.

"R-right---" Luxury hotel for free, she was going to cry. "Ah! Of course!" This was something she could definitely handle! "Another practice!" She reaffirmed. "I'm here at least three times a week!" She then gave Marlo a salute. "I'll talk to you soon then, yeah?"