𝓽𝐡͟𝐞 𝐆𝐎̵𝑫̵Mⓞ𝗧𝗛𝗘𝓻! …

ᅠ ᅠ you thought i was still at — ark𝖍am﹖ ⠀⠀ 𝒏𝒐. i’ve been 𝗿𝗲𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶͟𝗹͟𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ … ᅠ ᅠ

⠀ « Well... For a start we could... Walk out of this place and... See what happens in the limo. » but she rather lean back in her own chair, smirking like she was making a deal. A hand moving forward on the table. ⠀

⠀ « Right. » drinking from her new glass straightaway and eating the olive afterwards. « Maybe we could give them the story of a lifetime. » staring at him with a tipsy gaze. ⠀

⠀ There's a short silence and Sofia eventually chuckles after him. « Expecting some crazy stories. » taking a sip. ⠀

⠀ « Less since I'm not parading outside like I used to. But the journalists... » her tongue clicks. « They're never far away. » ⠀

⠀ Are we seriously going to talk about my father ? Me who almost thought this was a date... ( She finishes her second glass and snaps fingers at the waiter for another one. ) ⠀

⠀ ( A scoff. ) Okay ? ( The martini glass back in hand, she drinks some more. ) Thanks for bringing it up. ⠀

⠀ ( Her mouth would stop chewing the olives as he calls her by her name. Taking a short moment before answering : ) Hm. Yes ? ⠀

⠀ Only the ones which are funny. ( She says still struggling with her image and how people could perceive her after her time in Arkham. ) ⠀

⠀ You were mocking me. It's not cute. ( Eating olives while sipping at her second drink. ) ⠀

⠀ Keep your comments, Wayne. ( Finishing the first glass. Taking the olives out. ) ⠀

⠀ ( The Sicilian woman jumps on one of her martinis like an addict. ) Humility. And this, puppy look you give me when you can't figure out my words. ( Wide maniac grin. ) ⠀

⠀ ( Observing him. His demeanor. And blinking at his... Charms. Sofia keeps a straight face. ) You sound very sure of yourself. Pretentious, even. It doesn't suit you. ⠀

⠀ ( And she asks for two martinis with extra olives. ) I wonder what they could be. ⠀

⠀ Is this truly all you do ? In this life ? ( Eyeing at the waiter to order drinks. ) ⠀

⠀ Hm. ( Light pout as she sits down. ) A good one to bring women ? ⠀

⠀ ( The end of her Louboutin's heels steps inside the restaurant, walking to some table before letting her fur coat fall on a chair. ) Something tells me it isn't the first time you come here. ⠀

⠀ A restaurant. I'm starving. ( And she smiles until her teeth show. ) ⠀

⠀ ( Blinking. ) I wouldn't mind an espresso martini. ⠀

⠀ ( She's staring at him in the eyes. ) Is that what you think about ? To mate ? ... I thought this image was reserved for the magazines. ⠀