[Yeah, best not to piss your new boss off too badly before you've even gotten a meal out of her. But honestly, it's a job pretty far beneath of the skill level of most of the men that get paid or roped into this position. She's too damn pretty to carry her own baggage, and if Daz can do it, Salvador can too. Especially since she has very little to go on about his skill or value besides what he's told her. And that, like his name, means little. She doesn't trust people as a rule. So far all she knows, he's another lying thug trying to take advantage of a tiny woman under half of his height. She'd make a good victim, in the eyes of fools that don't know better.
She's going to have a decent time regardless of what his intentions are.
For now, he's just one hell of a tall baggage carrying device. One that she's going to pay well enough for his company.] Of course. What would suit you? I have a restaurant in mind, but I'm not entirely inconsiderate. [Her voice is sweet and playful, the same gentle fun that helped her snag the damn king. And she pulls out a parasol from her bag, and opens it over her head as she leaves the shaded area and walks back into the sun.] This way. [She's definitely got her hands full still, she went a little overboard shopping. But she's managed to at least locate her ship, and the crew on it are on their way. They know that if they betray her, she'll send assassins to the end of the earth to end them. So she's hardly bothered at all by waiting for them.
She knows they'll make it to her. Or it's their lives at stake.] Let's see... [She turns a few minutes after starting off, remembering where she saw the place earlier that looked and smelled so good. It definitely seemed luxurious. But not pretentious. And if she can get them a table outdoors, his appearance won't bother the patrons too much.
It's beautiful. Stunning little bistro tables, the quality of them outstanding. The food smells delightful, and the menu promises all sorts of quality foods.]
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Date: 2019-02-14 04:14 am (UTC)She's going to have a decent time regardless of what his intentions are.
For now, he's just one hell of a tall baggage carrying device. One that she's going to pay well enough for his company.] Of course. What would suit you? I have a restaurant in mind, but I'm not entirely inconsiderate. [Her voice is sweet and playful, the same gentle fun that helped her snag the damn king. And she pulls out a parasol from her bag, and opens it over her head as she leaves the shaded area and walks back into the sun.] This way. [She's definitely got her hands full still, she went a little overboard shopping. But she's managed to at least locate her ship, and the crew on it are on their way. They know that if they betray her, she'll send assassins to the end of the earth to end them. So she's hardly bothered at all by waiting for them.
She knows they'll make it to her. Or it's their lives at stake.] Let's see... [She turns a few minutes after starting off, remembering where she saw the place earlier that looked and smelled so good. It definitely seemed luxurious. But not pretentious. And if she can get them a table outdoors, his appearance won't bother the patrons too much.
It's beautiful. Stunning little bistro tables, the quality of them outstanding. The food smells delightful, and the menu promises all sorts of quality foods.]