"You can, but I don't think so. It sounds more distracting than anything." Trixie joked, giving a light laugh. She nodded at the explanation. "So all I have to do is follow the leader? Sounds easy enough." She said sarcastically, leaning back against the receptionist's desk. She listened intently to her explanation and then blinked in shock as she was abandoned with the biggest prick possible and a short hug. "Wait- Kiara- no-" She started, taking a step after her and then huffing as she dissapeared. She wilted and leaned back against the desk again, shutting her eyes. Why did I do this to myself?

Matt was snapped back into reality after Trixie's last words beckoning Kiara to come back, and he stood himself up from leaning against the front desk, looking down at the girl. "I'm not that bad am I?" He asked, mocking the innocense he most definitely didn't have. He gave her no time to talk, instead carrying on speaking. "you'll have to get used to her doing that. anyway, you're stuck with me now" he added, letting out a slight laugh after his sentence, jangling his keys in his pocket as a habit. His gaze was set firmly on Trixie, this time not wandering towards the various girls rushing past them.

Trixie opened her eyes to give him a halfhearted glare, waiting for him to finish both comments before she spoke. "Oh, goodie. I get to spend an hour with the biggest prick known to man." She said sarcastically, straightening up and brushing her hair off her shoulder. "I'm amazed you don't think you're stuck with me. What did you call me last night? Opinionated?" She asked jokingly. She could tell he was focusing on her, and she would be lying if she said she didn't like his attention. Seeing as he was easy to distract, it sort of... meant something.

"And I was right, clearly. All I had to do was say a couple sentences for you to have another outburst" he said, his accent shining through yet again. It had been a while since he had spoken full sentences, and he was struggling not to trip over his own words. He crossed his arms and looked Trixie in the eye, keeping his gaze there. "I never said being opinionated was a bad thing now did i?" he asked, the playful smiling climbing back onto his lips with every word.

"I wouldn't call that an 'Outburst', drama queen." Trixie teased, holding his gaze in turn with her head tilted slightly. "Not necessarily, no." She admitted, smiling slightly. She rolled her eyes at him playfully and looked off at the walls in a slightly bored way.

"Oh I would. You went from ignoring my exists, which by the way i'm grateful for, to borderline having a go at me." He teased, his tone coming off less rude than it had the day before. For some reason, his whole "i'll piss you off with the harshest comments possible" demeanour had died down a little around her, for now at least. "Exactly, stop assuming things" he shrugged, responding to her second comment. "anyway, you have a choice now. i've gotta go back home and get changed before the..photo thing or whatever, you can either come or stay by yourself" he asked, peering around the now busy reception. He didnt think he would be pulled into the upcoming shoot, but he had always been told to change into something less homeless looking, just incase.

"Oh, that's exactly what I was doing." Trixie nodded sarcastically. "And don't worry, I can ignore you anytime." She teased, looking back at him with a smile. She rolled her eyes at his advice before he gave her the 'choice'. She gave him a skeptical look. "Depends, are you going to turn into asshole mode after I get in the car?" She asked, half teasing and half serious.

Matt shrugged, shoving his keys back in his pocket and heading toward the door, looking back at Trixie to see if she would follow. He ended up walking backwards as she spoke. "No, I don't have the energy for that. Maybe some other time" he said, giving her a sarcastic smile. He stopped by the door, holding his hand up in question. "now, are you coming or staying?" he asked, his tone turning riendly for about the first time since they had first spoken.

Trixie walked slowly after him, reluctantly breaking into a smile. "An exact date would be nice- I want to mark it in my calendar so I know when to avoid you." She teased, walking a little faster to catch up with him. "I'm coming, I guess." She offered him a somewhat sweet smile and went through the door, turning to hold it open for him.

Matt shook his head, speaking after uttering a very quiet thanks to her holding the door open, turning himself in the direction of the car. "No, i dont think I will. Anyway, as i said yesterday..Get in" He sounded as blunt as he had done the time before when he told her to get in the car, though this time he had an actual smile on his face. It took longer than usual to get to his, the traffic was at an all time heavy, though eventually they were both at the front door. He turned to Trixie, openeing the front door. "now please dont touch everything possible, id rather not have to disinfect" he spoke, letting out a small laugh at this own words before gesturing her to walk in. His house was very very modern, and the lower floor was open plan so there wasnt anything valuable to really..touch. Still, he liked the jokes.