...and then he starts the car, and smiles at her.

(Ugh he hates lying. He wants to own her just so he can tell her what he did to her and not suffer consequences for it. Okay, he wants to own her for a lot of reasons, but that one looms particularly large just now.)

"You okay over there? You kinda spaced out for a second."

Jenna blinks a couple of times. She definitely did space out for a second but that's probably because she's talking to a cute boy and her brain won't stop bouncing up and down at him. She's also a lot more nervous than she should be; her heart is pounding and her blood is in her ears, calm down body it's just a boy, there will be lots of cute boys and who cares that he's rich you're going to be a famous actress and then get all the cute rich boys you want. If she wants. For now, though, she should keep talking to this one. 

"Oh, sorry about that!" Jenna says. "Probably just a little tired, it's my first day here and all!" Yeah, that'll work. She mentally plays back the past few seconds of the conversation. "So um, wait, you've never done architecture before? And you're planning to study it?" Wait no bad direction. "Well, hopefully you enjoy it!" Better, but still not great. "So, you dance? I've done some dancing, though not a ton, since it tends to be really good for learning how to move your body and act and such! Mostly modern and ballroom, though -- and not a lot of it, yet. What kinds of dance do you do?" There, much better. An actual shared interest. Instead of babbling like a lovestruck schoolgirl. 

"I did a couple years of ballet as a kid, that was surprisingly fun, but then I got kicked out for getting in too many fights with the other kids. I've done some ballroom, too, I'm a little rusty but maybe we should go dancing sometime."

Did he just ask her on a date wait shut up brain hush hush hush. Don't squeal just take this slowly. And calmly. And pretend you're not jumping up and down for joy inside like... like yourself. Just pretend everything is fine. Which it is. Jenna takes a small breath. "That'd... be really fun! I haven't done it for too long, I bet you'd be a lot better than me but honestly that gives me a lot of chance to learn from a good lead. You do lead, right? I don't necessarily want to assume. I'm a follow, pretty much." 

"Yeah, I lead." Aww, she's cute. "We should definitely go dancing, then!"

Oh gosh it is a date it is and it's on her first day at college which is insane maybe she should pull back just a tiny bit. Well. All she promised was to not do anything further but giving him her number is totally legit as long as she doesn't kiss him or see his place or invite him to hers (and she has a roommate anyways but she should be careful) and... 

"Sure! You said you're going to MTC too, right? I bet they have a dance club, or a ballroom club, or something! Possibly more than one, given the acting program at the school. I was totally intending to check it out, but it'd be cool to see you there and dance with you?" There. Nice and non-committal. And she doesn't even have to give him her number. Though she kindof wants to anyways. She probably might still which is a bit much on her first day and classes haven't even started yet. But. But. She is here to have fun, not just to learn to act really well. So. 

"Sure, I'll join the dance club."

"Awesome! It'll be great to see you there." She should proooobably do a bit more she just invited him to a place with a bunch of other cute girls and is only now realizing how stupid that is she should give him her number but that can wait until the end of the ride so she's not too forward and it will wait until the end of the ride and speaking of the end of the ride...

"Hey, I think I recognize where we are now! I'm in the Sampson Dorm, do you know where that is? If not I can probably direct you when we get a little bit closer. I think. I have only been there once but my parents did drive me in." 

"I do not know where that is! But I bet we can figure it out together."

There's enough people around now that some of them are looking at his car. He really, really likes the way people look at his car.

"Awesome!" Jenna starts pointing at things she finds familiar, directing him through the semi-crowded streets (still full of other students and parents still moving in!) and only going down one unfamiliar path, they finally make their way to her dorm. 

"Well, this is me!" she says, giving him a (honest!) thankful and delighted smile. "This was really sweet of you, thank you so much!" 

"Hey, no problem!"

(She's so cute and enthusiastic and into him and ugh he hates lying to her like this, it itches to be so dishonest. Someday he really hopes he can tell her what he did to her and let her keep the memory. Even though she'll definitely hate him.)

Jenna moves to get out of the car, but she really should do something else first. And so what if she's nervous she's going to be an actress she can totally act like she's cool and confident and do this part without tripping up. Yes, yes she can. "So, um. In case I don't see you at dance or if you want to meet up somewhere else before. Or after! Um. Would you like my number?" Damnit. Well it could have been worse and she's going to college for it, isn't she? 

Aww. He grins at her.

"I sure would!"

Oh well, ok. Good. Sure. Excellent. "Great!" She says aloud. "It's 555-1823! Er, I can say that again slower when you put it in your phone."  

"Thanks, one sec—" He gets out his phone. "Okay, go."

She reads the number off to him again, and then smiles and opens the passenger side door. "It was really nice to meet you, Sean!" she says. "I should probably get back and settle into my room, though, I think I'm a little more wiped than I thought I was." See, much better, why couldn't she have been like this thirty seconds ago. 

"Sure thing. See you later!"

Jenna smiles and waves and exits the car (and it is still such an amazing car) and manages to make sure she's out of sight before bouncing up and down several times in unrestrained glee. And then shrinking a little when several people are looking her way. It's fine it's fine no one knows her yet but she met a cute boy with an amazing car and it might be nothing but it will probably be fun and and.... she should go back to her room. She really is tired. Exploring must have taken more out of her than she thought and she has classes in two days. A good night's sleep and then more orientation tomorrow and then everything should be good to go! She'll look into the dancing club as soon as she can tomorrow, for now she's going to go back to her room and say hi to her roommate and remember to put her phone on charge and get some rest. 

And Sean...

...is going to go for a drive.

He did that. He raped and tortured a girl in a magic dimensional pocket in the back of his car and made her forget all about it and then got her number and he's going to get to dance with her like the whole thing never happened. As much as the dishonesty itches, the power is incredible. Get somebody into his car and he owns them for as long as they're there—

...but no longer than that. He can't do magic outside of a space he owns, and as great as this car is, it's not exactly a big space.

He's... going to have to figure out how to buy a house, isn't he.

And how to convince someone they're his.

...but maybe first he can pick up and torture someone else.

Evelyn regrets not taking the car to go shopping this time.

She's been getting tired of using the treadmill every day and thought this would be a more fun and less time-consuming way to get some working out done, but the bags are heavy and bite into her hands, and it's a lot less fun than she was expecting. She's seen folks doing this all the time, but they seemed like they were carrying fewer bags than her. They probably didn't have two cute and ravenous kids to feed. Maybe if she got some canvas bags? She'll try that next week, she's seen some for sale in the store, but didn't go for them thinking they weren't necessary.

She puts down the bags for a moment to wring out her hands, and considers for the third time trying to call her husband to come grab her. And he'd be happy to, but she knows he's having a good time with the kids and she doesn't want to interrupt. She sighs, and picks up the bags again, wincing as they bite into her hands, and starts walking down the street again, thinking about dinner plans for the next week. Beans and rice would go well with the pork chops that were on sale, probably, and Sam really likes beans and rice, especially when she mixes in onions and some cumin and some other spices. And maybe something fun for dessert? What does she have in the pantry, again...

Huh, grocery lady is not bad looking and seems like she could use some help.

"Hey," he says, leaning out the window a little, "you all right? You want a ride somewhere?"

Evelyn is startled out of her thinking about peach tarts and well that's a car isn't it. And a young... college student? In it. He looks pretty young, at least, so probably a college student. Possibly a nice guy trying to help out someone he sees on the street, but the extravagant car is honestly making her a little wary. Rich kids aren't quite so generous generally, and there's no way he can be driving something like that if he isn't a rich kid. She's reminded, however, of the pain in her hands, annoyingly. She puts the bags down for a moment to wring them out again. "Thanks," she says, "But I think I'll be all right in a moment. Thanks for the offer, though!" 

"Seriously, that looks like it hurts. I'm just driving around aimlessly, here, giving you a lift wouldn't be going out of my way at all unless you live clear across town in which case I'm a little tempted to call you an Uber or something."

Well, maybe he is trying to be helpful. Still. "That's very kind of you. Thanks for the offer, but worst case I can call my husband to come pick me up." She sighs and rubs her hands again. "It's my first time trying to carry groceries home," she tells him, "I think most of the people I've seen do it don't have kids, though. And probably don't have as quite as far to go." She gives a bit of a laugh. 

"Also maybe their grocery bags suck less. Or they're just used to it?"