GUY RAPHAELSON (MARKETING ADVISOR):
((Guy was struck dumb by Lucise's outpouring of emotion.))
%% Me? Beautiful? I don't think so. I mean, I've always tried to keep a professional appearance, but I'm nothing special. I mean I'm not extremely attractive like Lucise is, with his rugged airs and self ease... %%
((Stricken, Guy eases away from Lucise. He turns away for a moment, trying to find the right words without letting his confusing emotions become apparent to Lucise.))
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I..... I don't know what to say, Lucise. I'm certainly not beautiful.... And when you say attracted, you mean in a sexual way? ** ((At Lucise's nod, Guy sucks in his breath)) ** I don't know.... I can't breathe right now... Let me think for a moment, okay?
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((Guy had to sort out his own feelings before pursuing anything like this. He was hardly in control of his life right now, and he badly wanted Lucise's companionship.... But sex?.... That wasn't something he gave much thought to, unless his career required him to. He walked a few paces away from Lucise and crouched down on the ground, almost kneeling.... He very badly needed to think, to get his thoughts in order, to try to take control of a life that was rapidly escaping him. He wanted to get back to his briefcase and reoorganize his folders, going through one paper at a time, identifying it, and placing it in its correct folder, sometimes arranged alphabetically, sometimes by date, sometimes by order of importance, sometimes by most recent use.... After a moment, he stood up.))
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Lucise, there are a lot of things you don't know about me yet... I like you... a lot. But I've got a lot of things to work out in my life before I can get into something like that..... I... I hope you can understand that. I wish I could... Maybe then I would feel more like myself, and not someone placed in this world without some sense of where I'm going or who I am or what I'm doing.
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((Guy cringed inwardly as he waited for Lucise's response.))