*She smiles up at you, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Dot's sounds perfect," she says, leaning in closer still as she whispers: "I could really go for some of their onion rings right now." She giggles softly before stepping back, looking around the park once more and adding: "But let's find a way out of here first, shall we?"
*She extends her hand, palm up, waiting expectantly.
I tilt my head, feeling confused by the mixed messages. Anyone who's spent time in older orderly society knows it's not out of line for a woman to offer her hand to a man. But to do so palm up is a masculine act. I opt to take her shoulder, and turn her around, towards the slightly more downtown of the city, where Dot's Diner is. Feeling I've successfully bypassed any faux pas, I hold her slender shoulder as we walk out of the park. There's something about her, she's a pretty older Black woman, but something about her carries a light, but noticeable air of light masculinity.
As you lead her through the park and out onto the street, Natassia glances down at your hand on her shoulder, then up at your face again. A playful grin tugs at the corner of her lips as she casually slides her arm around your waist, resting her hand possessively against your lower back.
"There's something about you I really like," she murmurs, leaning in closer still. "You're strong and protective... yet somehow so innocent at the same time."