Post by mac on Apr 2, 2017 15:42:21 GMT
Arthur avoided the urge to get annoyed when she said she figured he didn’t go into the theater for money – figuring she thought he hadn’t because it couldn’t make half as much as she did and that he could have pursued a much more financially elevated business had he really tried – by letting out a small sigh at her comment instead and focusing on the nice view they had. It was weird talking to her and listening to her talk about what she did growing up and what her dreams had been. Oddly enough, he never thought he’d be interested after she confirmed what he was sure he always knew.
It wasn’t that surprising to hear she learned to cook ever since she was five or so, given that picture he remembered seeing in her condo. Still, that was a lot of ambition even that early on. Arthur wasn’t that dead-set on any kind of dream of his until he was 12 or 13, and even then he still didn’t know he wanted to go into business. At 5 years old, he still wanted to be a rock star. ”I figured as much. You’ve never wavered even once about cooking, ever since we met.” He said, tacking on another point for himself. But at her last comment, he remembered the conversation he’d had with Mr. Nicholas, before any of this happened, way back at the family formal. He remembered how Thomas had, basically, nothing, and then brought himself to success by pouring his heart into his restaurant. ”But that’s something we can agree on. Your dad’s pretty admirable.”
Her question brought it back to money, and now Arthur was on the opposite end of the question. Sort of. And he knew Chardonnay knew the answer to it as well. ”Yes, I am.” He said, turning to look at her. The wind blew by and rustled her hair just slightly. ”I grew up with barely any money, so I don’t like to overspend. I haven’t been poor for a long time, but that mentality just never went away.” He shrugged his shoulders, ”I just don’t see the point on spending money on lavish things when I can save the money instead, in case anything ever happens.”
And now it was his turn to ask her something. Arthur glanced at Chardonnay and looked at her outfit, then. In their years screwing each other, he rarely saw Chardonnay in the same outfit twice, and no, her sleep clothes didn’t count. ”Have you ever had or wanted a pet? I’m going to guess no,” Arthur asked.