“I find that’s not always the case for a young woman,” he emphasized the final word only slightly while holding out this same hand with long fingers towards a pristine white leather couch next to a gleaming, dark wood coffee table. “Sit,” came out politely as he gave her a ghost of a smile, “Giuliana.” He noticed a subtle blush bloom on her cheeks. She sat. He found his own white leather seat.
“Let’s try a question that you won’t feel modest about. What varied interests do you have?”
~Raging and quivering female mass of hormones and tosser of Dark Side Cookies™ (trade marked by Etoile)