Ruby stood still and contemplated for a moment, then shook her head. "No, if course not! We hardly know each other. My word! Your imagination is legendary!" she exclaimed. "Anyway, he's not my type," she added in a sober tone.
"By the way; do you have a love interest lately?" Giselle enquired as she inspected her fingernails.
"I do not have a present love interest, my dear, but what do you think about this? Should I just go with completely no expectations, or should I be well armed with possible excuses for unacceptable offers?" Ruby asked. Her mind was in a turmoil. They have been having shows in France for a couple of months now and it was the first time that something this unusual happened. She needed time alone to think clearly.
*
The following morning Ruby was ready to face anythi
