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His sunglasses obstructed her view of his eyes, an unfortunate disadvantage. It was always easier to tell what a person was thinking when you could see their eyes; even the most practiced actor had to work to keep their emotions from being displayed there. Granted, her own sunglasses obscured her hues…so for the time being, they were even. Nina smirked and pulled the glass back toward her. “I suppose I’m just too generous,” she countered with a casual shrug before taking a long sip. “Well I’d certainly be hard to miss, hmm?” She speared a piece of fruit with her fork, chewing slowly before responding. “It’s about time I joined a place like this. I was out of the country all of last summer. This,” Nina gestured around them with her fork, “is charming. Not quite a tropical escape, but it will do.” She studied him for a moment; a cool breeze seemed to pass between them. “You don’t always dine alone, I hope? That would be a shame.”
As Nina gestured, Rigo's own attention flickered around the estate, lazily. She was mostly right. This time of year, and even into the fall, it was a beautiful place. The lush greenery of the golf course lent credence to it's status as a country club, with members out on the greens as early as dawn. Some mornings, Rigo was here just as early, a small office in the back affording a place for him to conduct certain business away from the vineyard estate. Nothing illegitimate, of course. Those things were kept in secondary locations scattered throughout the city. Naturally. With a growing smirk, Rodrigo turned his attention back to Nina. "I enjoy the silence. Reflection is a great way to start the day." And then he'd pursed his lips together, "You should try it." The man shifted then, removing his sunglasses from his face and pushing them up over the top of his head. Dark pools remained trained on the woman, his attention unwavering as it burned hot against her. Those who knew him best found it less difficult to read his expression, but with eyes generally devoid of emotion, Rigo almost never had anything to hide. His transparency, at times, was the worst thing about him. "Why are you really here, mi cielo?" Rigo allowed the silence to grow between them, heavy with anticipation, before he continued.
"Didn't dare leave our next meeting up to the fates, hmm?"
















