Pleased to meet you, Erick dear.— she added as she nodded her head graciously corresponding to his greeting as she appreciated the rather formal reverence. She felt those blue eyes pressing on her as they analyzed her intently.

You see, there's nothing too special about this city. But, there's a special place that a gal like me loves with all her might! They have amazing cajun food, dear, have you ever tried it? It's absolutely exquisite! The drinks are quite remarkable and the music is marvelous! —she pulled his arm gently and continued to walk them through the people and the streets.

Now tell me, what is a beautiful man like you doing in this place? You sound foreigner, where are you from, sugar? —she inquired flirtatiously, not trying to disguise her natural way of being.

Now im sure you are. That's the reason for me to stay with you now.
-He smiles and winks an eye, looks happy at the talk they have getting. His deep blue eyes are careful when they look at her face, searching in the smile, the skin and the eyes. He's full of curiosity.-

Erick at your service. It's a pleasure to meet you.
-A pretty reverence like a butler... or slave, just depends of perspective. But even in that pose he have a dominant look not just to her but the whole world around them.

He don't say anything more before start the walk, just followed her like a child seeing the way they transit.-

So, what do you want to eat? I love the traditional food, they have a taste of culture that i can't resist.
-A little laught escapes from his lips. The black one end his visual searching in her again.-

Well, well. You got all serious out of the blue! Oh, dearest. Can’t you tell they so far I’m such a peculiar gal? —she exclaimed as one of her brows went up in awe and her whole body reacted to her extravagant ways as she looked up toward him from the side. —

Morgana, dearest. That is my name. What’s yours, cinnamon? I love that accent of yours. —her red smile was set on that pale face of hers as she analyzed her companions manners.

Very well, dear. I shall lead the way.— she added as she directed her gaze to the front, she then proceeded to start walking as she pulled him along her, as the sound of her high started filling their pace deliciously.

You think so? Exquisite people just can't appreciate the little and ordinary things.

-He's just talk charming as a italian can talk in his most soft tone, a voice that goes right with the timid smile he gives at the moment he hears her.-

I love peculiar places, but how peculiar are you? People makes the place just more extravagand and interesting than just the culture of decoration, food and workers treath.

-When he stopped talking just standed right of that women, waiting to follow her. His face doesn't changed un anyway.-

Lead the way, mad'am... ahm... what was your name, dear?

I love exquisite and demanding. Fabulous combination we will make, dear! —she expressed nonchalantly with the most charming voice as she reached for the full arm. She laughed graciously at the prospect of his honest mistake with the mid-arm.— I happen to know a peculiar place for peculiar people just like ourselves. Shall we, cinnamon?— she added suggestively and sensuously, inciting him to start being on their way.

"Hahaha" sure. I have some money to spend. I'm not exquisite but demanding. I guess i follow you.

-He tried to offer his hand, but he choose the wrong arm or better to say "mid-arm". Anyway, he's quick and switches betwen one and other to givin it to her courteously.
Erick smiles like when someone talks to a good friend. A good face, a kind expression, is extravagant.-

—Buy me dinner and I shall enchant your pretty little mouth with the most exquisite delights. What say you, cinnamon?

You might know that a great heat feels cold, even when we burn our sins.

Ja. maybe im wrong, i just hear you shout and answered without thinking. I'm new in the city and i was seeking for any place to eat. Can you help me?

—Oh? Tell me more about it, cinnamon. I’m curious now.

I think is more... cold... than we think.