Rich lifted his brow in mild shock at her bluntness. He, personally, had such a way of trying to gently beat around topics, but Victoria was clearly more of a head-on sort, which was somewhat refreshing when all he'd known was his own self-pity for so long.
"I rarely touch the rags -- unless my mum makes a stink about something outrageous that they've printed," he rolled his eyes at the word 'outrageous' and then frowned. "Never really had to worry about them myself until last year, but now..."
The trailing off was due to his sustained inability to say a thing about Delilah. He didn't want to talk about her, at all, especially in the context of the tabloids. Thankfully, Victoria plopped down and changed the subject.
Glancing to her shoe, the slightest, genuine smile finally pulled at Rich's face when he softly snorted. "Hasn't anyone ever told you that most blokes don't care about shoes?" he lightly taunted and sat back in his seat, a little more open, now. "Honestly, I'd prefer you to comfortable from head to toe if I were to ask you to dance."
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