LUSEA
"I'd take you up on the offer, but I doubt I'd be able to withstand the cold." Raising an eyebrow, I glance between the men, still rather bemused by the scantily clad one. He comes toward me, and for a moment I stiffen, old instincts and trauma kicking me in the shins. Then the moment passes and I take his hand, squeezing it in my own gloved ones and meeting his dark gaze with a smile. "Lusea. Pleasure." The other man is much less forward, though he too seems friendly enough. "And you were...?"Kneeling down with the rose in my hands, I begin to pick at the hard earth, frowning as the stone I've grabbed fails to make much of a dent. "You two made this look so easy." I laugh a little, shrugging and putting the rose into my remarkably shallow hole. Good enough, right?
Rising back up, I wipe the dirt from my hands onto my pants. "So what's your secret, Amun Arlun? It can't be that you're warding off the cold with good looks alone." A flirtatious smile that doesn't mean anything: it's an easy role to fall back into, the friendly bartender with perfectly maintained walls behind a soft facade.
Cross my heart, hope to die
to my lover i'd never lie
We got that love, the crazy kind
