Ona pulied in to an available spot a bit further from the lifts than she'd hoped... but a spot was a spot. She cut off the engine and gave Jules a smirk. His offer made her throat feel dry. Even though she'd been doing this "diet" since she was a teen, she'd never been able to fully kill her body's desire for food. The little ache in her stomach or lump in her throat always reminded her of her self deprivation. 

[color=bc8dbf]"Maybe just one... a small one. If you promise to make it light. I don't need to be woozy the whole afternoon."[/color]

Indeed the few times he'd seen her drink before she was definitely a light weight, mostly likely due to the fact that she couldn't weigh more than a hundred pounds... probably less really. 

She stepped out of the car and took a moment to wiggle, adjusting the leather straps that encased her torso and the high waist of her pants. Despite them reaching almost to the ground he would be able to immediately tell she was wearing ridiculously high heels. He'd seen her without them a few times before as well, and as much as she liked to hide it... she wasn't even five and a half foot tall. Currently she nearing six foot, which meant her ankles were bent at painfully sharp angles to adhere to the pressure of the stilts she insisted on wearing. Her steps click clicked along as she walked over to him. 

When he held out the door key her eyes narrowed slightly, but she took it without a word and proceeded as gracefully as she could manage toward the building. They'd had this fight before and he never let her win... no point in trying to carry something for him now. She stepped up to the doorways and swiped the card across the reader to call the lift. 

[color=bc8dbf]"So what else did you do on vacation besides eat lemons? "[/color]