Richard
Richard nodded to Clara and turned to a blonde woman, giving him a smile. "Hey, I'm Allison Oakley or Alice as I prefer." Richard smiled and gave her stern eye contact. He attempted to step out of his military mentality and into a typical city man. "I'm Sargon Stevenson, but you can call me Rich, love." He called every woman 'love' casually. He got it from his father years ago, and rarely used it while on the Marines, considering that he had to yell orders, be still, and aggressive. There was no time to even use the word love, until now.
Nelson
"I heard what you said in the washroom... I was walking by," She had said. "Is that really true?" Her smile had vanished, which made Nelson nervous. He thought back over at the conversation in the bathroom, and sighed, but quickly defended his position. "No, no...It's not like that, love." He adjusted in his chair before explaining. "That was the case, but it's not anymore. There are just things going on that I had to clear up. Yes, she lives with me, but no, I don't love her in that sense." He knew his choice of words were going down hill. "What I'm trying to say is, I love her in a completely different way. Not in the way that I love you," He stopped and thought about what he was saying. "I mean, yeah, she lives with me, but it's only out of pity. Maybe guilt, maybe denial, I'm not sure." He took her hand in his, trying to reassure her. "She's my past. I'm sure she's moved on with her life, and I want to move on with mine. With you." He finally said.