Istra nodded. At Coffee’s question, she smiled fondly. “Oh no, not Sam,” she laughed lightly at the very idea of Sam performing in front of a crowd. “He’s a student. I can hardly drag him away from his books.”
Coffee chuckled as they started to walk. “Well, that’s always good too. I don’t think performers should always see other performers, too much clashing of egos.” She rolled her eyes. Her own family was living proof, Mom and Dad always arguing about the show. “Works for some people, though.” She shrugged.
“I’ve never actually been one to do relationships,” Istra admitted, shrugging. “As long as you don’t want attachment, the performers are well enough company.” She had lived a colorful life before meeting Sam. These days, however, she was lucky if he kissed her, let alone gave her an intimate caress. She was going stir crazy.
She nodded, smiling slightly. “Good point. My relationships never ended well, I’ve pretty much given up.” She rolled her eyes. She had been courted by a few different people, performers and not, but none had lasted very long. Well, there was one she thought was serious, but…. It wasn’t. Unfortunately. “Haven’t bothered to find a new relationship in a while.”
