Lucia laughed as he teased her about this meal being a luxury.  She shook her head and decided to play a little. "Well it, certainly won't earn any Michilin stars, but a solid 3 out of 5 on trip advisor. Had to dock for ambiance... the gourmet food, doesn't match the hole in the wall decor."  She teased.  She was really enjoying spending time with him.  It was getting hard for her to remember that in a week or so that this would be over, he would be on his way to his next job, and she, would be left to negotiate life as the adult child of a very rich and powerful man.  

It didn't take her long to finish her breakfast, she was used to living on the run.  He stood in the kitchen washing his dish as he mentioned needing to go over the schedule for the rest of the week.  She stood up and headed to the kitchen sliding her dish into the sink, before leaning against the counter.  

"Today, is what my mom would have called a mental health day.  I am not going to class.  I am not going to work.  I am going to take a deep breath, and try to figure out exactly what the hell has happened to my life in the past..." She glanced at her watch.  It was hard to believe that it had not yet been a full 24 hours since he had knocked at her door. "18 or so hours."  She pulled a hair tie off her wrist and tied back her unruly mess into a quick pony tail.  "The only significant thing on the agenda today is laundry."  She smiled.  "I mean I normally would let it go another week or so, but I have seen you eyeing the mess around here, so lets hit up the laundromat before you get desperate enough to set up a washboard in the bathtub."  She teased.  

She knew her place was a chaotic mess, it was so bad that he had made her relax in a bath just so he had some space to clean up a bit yesterday.  "Tomorrow was a scheduled day off, and I have nothing planned really.  I might try to do some studying, or I might not."  

She pushed away from the counter and poured herself a cup of coffee.  "The rest of the week is school and work."  She ignored the hard part of what he said.  [i]'If something happens to me'[/i] She couldn't even process that.  What could possibly happen, no one knew who she was, or who he was.  

She held the cup of coffee tightly between her hands.  "Serge, I want you to be straight with me."  She said seriously.  "In your opinion, what are the chances we make it through to the election without my identity becoming known?"  She sipped her coffee.  "I am not worried about a leak from your team, but how many people are in and out of Erik's office?, before he turned to you, how many people did he talk to in his search for me?"  She was just thinking out loud.  

"And it begs the question, politically, is hiding me in Eriks best interest? If it comes out later, will his supporters feel betrayed? Like he lied to them in some way?" 

She wasn't excited about the possibility of having to come forward, as a matter of fact the idea of being discovered scared the hell out of her, but right now in this moment, her life wasn't entirely her own.