Faust watched her shift in her seat. Her blue hair was let down, spilling from her shoulders to her waist. Those crimson eyes were as unsettling as usual. Many avoided her gaze, but Faust met it freely.
"I'm a bit tired," Nirvana answered, "I miss my bed, my house, my dad. But you know how it is. What I can't change is out of mind most times. I prefer to focus on what's within my grasp."
Faust smiled a little. "And what do you have in your hands? You sound confident talking about it."
"Oh just getting stronger. I might not rocket up as quickly as you, but I take my time. I'm patient, you know? I can take my time claiming what's mine."
She was right. Nirvana was a patient animal, used to wearing down her prey's defenses before striking. Even now she was subtly seductive. The way she slurred her words. Those sensual lips. That fair, smooth face. Many guys had tried their luck with her, but she was never interested.
