“Yeah,” she chuckled at his joke and lightly nodded her head in response to his inquiry. Definitely a much less exaggerated response than she was expecting—did this guy live under a rock or what?

She smiled again as the man assured her he would try his “very best” to go to a show despite his busy schedule. She couldn’t possibly count how many times she had heard this exact line. If the man hadn’t recognized her immediately, then it was obvious he’d never been to a show and it was unlikely a flyer was going to get him to go now. These sort of people really threw her off. Why [i]wouldn’t[/i] anyone want to go? Aside from getting their purse stolen, that is—but few ever connected that to the circus itself and instead blamed themselves for not watching out for pick pockets in the crowd. 

“A celebrity?” Marcus scoffed, obviously more than a little disgruntled that Lynnette had laughed at the man's joke. She never laughed at any of [i]his[/i] jokes…. “Lorelei the Siren is a prodigy! A legend amongst performers! If you haven’t seen one of her shows, you haven’t lived, man!” he sneered, crossing his arms with the roll of flyers gripped firmly in one hand. 

What a big baby. Lynnette subtly rolled her eyes and smirked so only the stranger could see her, slightly shaking her head.

“I could sign something for you now, if you like,” she answered sweetly, pulling a pen from her bag. Fyer had demanded that she provide an autograph whenever asked, no matter how “busy” she was. What a pain. “I would really love to see you there,” she said as she started writing, “Nevermind the afternoon shows, though—those are more for kids. It’s the midnight shows from [b]11[/b] to [b]1[/b] you want to catch. “ She winked.

“Who would you like me to make this out to, by the way?” she paused.