Teddybear

"Must be nice."

"He's hardly overbearing," she muttered. "Where do you even meet people with this work schedule?"

"Just didn't think anyone in this profession would have time for friends."

She raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"

"They're not worth the effort. Do you have friends?"

"I don't need friends."

"Your professional background is really all I need to know about you."

"Then what's with the personal questions," she said with a roll of her eyes.

She laughed. "What are you, my therapist?"

"I'm on top of the world," she said, somewhat sarcastically, "I'm the heir to a massive fortune, renowned in the world of ballet, I have everything. What's to dislike about ...

"I disagree but whatever."

She snickered. "I admire your optimism."

"there's no point."

"Not sure. I don't bother thinking about it."

She chuckled. "I don't exactly dream about labor."