Even if the hug was a tad on the awkward side, she didn't mind. They were still at that awkward stage where they didn't know how much physical contact was appropriate and what to do when- but she just liked being around him. The brief moments of physical contact as they walked were nice, and never awkward. It was almost comforting. She nodded as he told her about the rehearsal. "That's good. Yeah, the audition went well! Well, I think it did. He was one of those casting directors who are practically impossible to read, though. It was only a script reading, as well, and I feel like they aren't always the best opportunity for an actor to showcase their talent, though," she said, before stopping herself.
"Sorry, I'm talking too much. I usually do after auditions," she said, laughing a little. "Ashleigh never used to be able to keep up with me when I first started doing auditions, I'd be talking at fifty miles an hour and hardly taking any breaths at all," she remarked. "You'd think after all of these auditions, I'd be used to it. But I think it's something you never really get used to. Oh, we're here!" She said, opening the door and holding it open for Louis. The excitement was starting to get to her, and she knew that it wasn't helping the post-audition giddiness.
"Ah, Miss Davis, good afternoon! Is this the gentleman?" The owner asked. She nodded. "Louis, this is Mr. Boerio. He's one of the finest tailors in New York, if not the country," she said. The tailor nodded, already looking Louis up and down, sizing him up. He hurried the two of them into the back, where rows and rows of fine suits awaited them. Wendy took a spot on a stool, watching and grinning as Boerio started measuring Louis with a tape measure.