"And furthermore... while heritage can be a source of pride, what your ancestors might be is immaterial. Your life is your own to make."
Vincent's expression soured momentarily as she mentioned her departure. "The opposite side of the country, traveling westward." An analysis flickered through his mind. No, she was cultured, and intelligent besides. Certainly no 'take advantage of the night' approach. Best to just let things be. There was also something of what he could call a kindred spirit in her.
"I wish you well in your endeavor then, and am glad to have shown you some of the city's delights during your short time here." He pulls a pen from his pocket and writes his number on a napkin. "Should you ever feel like touring it again, please contact me." He smiles. "The distance across the country is inconvenient, but hardly insurmountable for one of my.. talents." He eyed her over the rim of his glass as he downed the rest of it.
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