Of all the things that can be said of Rita, "she's cold" isn't one of them. Vaughn is cold, needlessly cruel. Rita prefers making choices whose outcomes she can enjoy.
She doesn't trust him farther than she can throw him, but she appreciates his manners. A graceful nod and a few smooth steps and she takes the seat, not yet ready to shrug out of her coat.
"Rita." She picks up the mug, inhaling the steam rising from it. "It'll do. Beggars can't be choosers, right?"
Especially not when they're... who really knows where.
"So. Blaine. Tell me - who exactly do I have the honor of drinking coffee with?"
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Of all the things that can be said of Rita, "she's cold" isn't one of them. Vaughn is cold, needlessly cruel. Rita prefers making choices whose outcomes she can enjoy.
She doesn't trust him farther than she can throw him, but she appreciates his manners. A graceful nod and a few smooth steps and she takes the seat, not yet ready to shrug out of her coat.
"Rita." She picks up the mug, inhaling the steam rising from it. "It'll do. Beggars can't be choosers, right?"
Especially not when they're... who really knows where.
"So. Blaine. Tell me - who exactly do I have the honor of drinking coffee with?"