Coffee and gelato; a conversation with someone that I thought might be dismissive, but who is (trying to be) understanding that I work in adult entertainment. It isn't easy, I know. She comes to my apartment, takes the tour, runs her feet over the rug and say's "Yeah, I'll be over often;I'm going to make myself at home".
She's witty, charming, pretty; all the things you'd like in a girl. She's well dressed and articulate; the sort of girl that will make you hope she really is ok with what you do, even if you fear secretly that she won't be, that some day you'll go to do a shoot and something will change; something palpable that will make everything different from then on.
Still though, you laugh and eat your gelato. You smile when you walk her home, and you hope.
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