Kaitlynn giggled politely, “Mr. Belikov…. I insist…. I’ll pay for your drink, I do not mind at all.. and where I was headed anyway has tea as well. We can further discuss who shall pay on the way over…” she chuckled a bit and nodded in the direction of the coffee house, “It’s this way, follow me…” she walked slowly and as he walked beside her, she carefully studied him in her peripherals. He didn’t seem like much of a threat to either family business, but there was definitely more to him than most people probably saw.
Gabriel released an internal sigh as she let the subject go, focusing instead on the topic of payment. “Excellent. Perhaps it is simply my fascination with history, but I do prefer to stand by some of the more elder customs, such as not letting a lady purchase meals in one’s company. But then again you are hostess, so I shall defer to your judgement.” He was surprised that she seemed to hold such little suspicion for him, perhaps that in itself was a reason to stay on his guard. Nonsense, a little trust, a sliver of trust would not hurt him.
